Must be able
to hear the wind
between the seconds,
the mad man's voice
whispering a kids' song
under the sea
Must be able
to walk the road
of fire on ice,
to meet the black cape
preaching with a sickle
through the broken windows
Must be able
to count all of the pebbles
on this beach of the dead
this little girl alone
walking on hot black tar
no remorse
Must have this deal
Must have this bleak night
Must be able
to whisper between seconds
to count
to walk
to sing
I beg for this
the night owl
to let me hear
the mad man's voice
I must have this deal
I must have this kill
no more talking then
no remorse
only hot tar
pouring through broken windows
only the real
authentic
black night love
