Sandpaper and Blue Pearls

sandpaper hearts take away the roads dig a hole fill your moat lifeless gold smooth texture from life bleach the silver fom crosshair eyes the color of blanks a string of blue pearls march along the plywood vein tapping at this tired thing tap-tap...tap-tap singing produce =produce or starve no time to act tired count those aces... tight another day-another race don't make a mistake tired thing snoring o'er sandpapered casket tap-tap