And all the days we leave ourselves in Seem like a dream. In which our wrists are slit And our muscles torn And we hang from platitudes Wrapped tight round our necks. And forget what it means To breathe air And really mean it. Walking One foot in front of the other Takes concentration That we burned alive as we screamed in the night. There should be something to be done. A way to wrap up these beautiful people And keep them safe And keep them sane But there is only waiting Watching And the soft assurance That we will go slowly mad in concert That one will lay down beside the other And go slowly into that dark night together.