i do not disagree with your maternity   in actuality it buzzes like a bug in me   it is insect and psychology,   i need to be shocked with a battery.      oh it could be ours   except our errors.   writhing like bats toward the storm   it's night time all the time in your arms.   though we have our orders   to save one another.   we're just dead soldiers swimming from the lawn,   where night time doesn't carry its alarm      all day, all night   act dead, or alive   i'm wrong, you're right