deep inside of me

like castle spires

tasting raw earth as they bleed into me

at this darkest hour I will join

the dogs an industrial cemetery is my only offering



smell the dogs and bathe their feet

in the light they shall retreat

but the sorrows they have seen

must incite you to believe

tasting our scorn they turn away

from those ruins of our decay

but the sorrows they have seen

must incite you to believe



holding them so close to me

to cradle them in the softest breeze

amidst shadowed forest greens

now plowed away to starve their dreams



crawling now on wounded limbs

over colorless stone

and stained glass debris

at this the darkest hour

i have joined the dogs

a smothered howl can hear my only offering



smell the dogs and bathe their feet

in the light they shall retreat

but the sorrows they have seen

must incite you to believe

tasting our scorn they turn away

from those ruins of our decay

but the sorrows they have seen

must incite you to believe