Stirring Up Trouble

Lord been through this before Thoughts so deadly that pierce my mind She says to bury sin, just get high-- Pulse quickens as the city fumigates Cracked nails in a mirrored room Sleep of a dusty kind is crawling Now, no more lovers embrace Just laying, food for microorganisms I try to put the idea aside Life is still worth something, I confide To no one in particular Just assuming a stance An endless rhythmic dance ossified mummies shake me deliberately As the watery sun emerges