you aimed right for the eyes
where your invitation dies
and i am subject to
irrelevance
and all your secret spies
you'll be the nexus in the dark
i'll be the spade that digs your grave
youth is bored
youth is short
youth is for the brave
i believe in evil
you whistle all the tunes
and you irrigate the wounds
you are a prisoner
best left unkempt
propped up alive
by fools
next to a black hole by the clock
where all information stops
youth is bored
youth is short
youth is for the brave
there is no wrong way to read this book
my darling
please come sit down by me
let's have a look
at scripture