we stand out here waiting for mourning to come    in the rain and in chinatown-    i want to be a child of the darkness    puddles of hair dye    draped in black    hair black clothes and cruelty-free shoes    i scream until my knees break for minutes    burial shoruds and skin that never sees the sun    tight ass    smiling at me    sometimes i ask what is wrong with me    i want to peel off my eyelids    my mahal,    we were destined to rule the world-   we will be children of the dark    my throat carries soot of a thousand songs    and my wrists spell these words:    "passion bartered for martyrdom    all the wood in the world couldn't stop pinnochio from carving his own cross    while hypocrisy writes its grand opus    our stage builds a monument to shit    this once meant something    but i guess    when i look at these past four years    all i see is night."