As faces crept in from the room next door   to my eyes I let a razor race swiftly down my armless body   towards the clays of hell   Blink to separate desecration from pain   Toward the clays of hell the acrid tears and razors race   The faces become more defined   as the scent of my sweat and vomit draws them nearer   Blink to separate desecration from pain   Blink to separate the face from the name   Another flash   Another face   Blink once for the pills   Blink twice for the shame   In the eyes of the canary these faces (remain)