Sta.sh
Liquid reality fragile as a flame
Destroyed by one ghost’s passing
On a cold windless night a babe with no name
For his heart was apart, and his breath thick with wanting
When one life vanishes another takes its place
But my father ignores this philosophy
On a cold windless night a blanket with no name
Here a lone soul starts his biography
A street urchin I was left to my own devices
From an early age I was filled with malice
On a cold windless night a king with no name
Rules over his cardboard palace
A paper bag on my back and loss in my eyes
Hand outstretched lips pleading
On a cold windless night a dog with no name
On the end of a stick finds meaning
I’m taken in by a counterfeit soul
Freedom at the end of his lead
On a cold windless night a soul with no name
Is given for fire and feed
I am dancing twirling gracefully
Painting crimson on the snow
On a cold windless night a killer with no name
Falling farther with every blow
A man dies every time another is born
I am a man at eleven
On a cold windless night a babe with no name
Closes his eyes and is not forgiven
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