Lost

Open a door---
Close a door---
Soften the pain---
Can't remember, won't remember, whats the difference.
Beat the drum slowly, lads.
Lower the straps slowly, lads.
Blow the pipes softly, lads.

Not ready for prime time-not ready for anytime.
Death by any other name is still death.
They call me cold, no, just immune.
You build shelters of sanity.

Darkness is my friend, also my enemy.
Death is swift, an act of kindness.
Too many to count, why bother to count.
Mission complete.

Beat the drums slowly, laddies.
Blow the pipes softly.

More to come, when I'm ready.
Open a door---
Close a door---