I called the rapture in for a favour,
asked him if he could end my days.
He said that I should be patient,
I said “Man if you don’t then I’ll find my way.
Like lungs licking smoke off a cracked wall,
or cycling drunk on a rainy day.
Or choking to death in a padded cell,
on a clock washed down with a shot of Bombay.”
He said to stay awhile, there are so many possibilities.
I said, “My cards are dealt and the river has me on my knees…
Why don’t you help me?”

The horizon cuts out a Cowboy -
Thick skin and a dagger crown.
But behind the shadow stands a lost boy
On the edge of a hill that looks a long way down.
Why don’t you jump boy?
You might feel more alive when you hit the ground.

There’s a Harlot in your wish list to drown…
A nova sent to set some pointless sense.
I can hear it in the air, no?

A shameless sense of distraction
led me to distort my part.
But their ain’t no sense in a future
if you don’t add up with the way you start.
But you keep staring at me like I’m marked.
If my weaknesses are so plain for all to see…
Why don’t you help me?