He lays in wonder
what it feels like
to open
then sting his emotions
sit closer
bare his outer exterior
but he doesn't know
how to wear his honesty
like a shoelace on fire
wave the night goodbye
with your branches
as he clings
then climbs into your mind
no emotional pull
he just thumbs the pages
the only sense of feeling
he's ever known
locked alone in a room
of his will
her control
head room with cards
guarded
the true gateways of his mind
non-informative
as he waits for the doors of perception
to speed open
and thrash him about
longevity
not in a four zero end
gravitate
let the night break you open
like the nutshells you crack to read
bare these needles
unbreakable skin
then you'll crawl
when the night has appointed me head
king of the night life