Lemon lit,
And sugar burnt,
That caught the vein
And with it turned
Your eyes from blue,
To blown away
And with them hopes
And dreams within
Of kith and kin.
Street slept,
And pavement pillowed
Tossing troubled
Through the motherless mire
Of strangers\' smiles
And hearts unknown
That mix and mill
About the maelstrom
Swirling in your fevered veins
Your fevered brain,
That ignites,with chemical spark,
The torment of the faceless dark,
That silence sought
And horror hid,
Surfaces to smile,
To smirk in suited mask,
And buy again your kiss,
Your embrace
Cached and cashed
In regal chair
Where whores have wings
And soar above
Your empty bed.
And burning head.
That bursting now
lies ill at ease
But eased no less,
By guiltless,giltless rest.
And slowly,slowing
\'Til at last,
Fixes all,
Forever broken.
\"La gra agus cuimhneachain a brathair.\"