What feral dogs bark at my door?
As I lick my wounds,
In de rigor discord,
Whose music do I play?
Or verses time has left to say,
What chattels at my core?
Deny me life I've lived before,
On my horizon I see tears,
Embark on my face to empty years,
Is there nowhere left to turn?
Except sideways where I will spurn
And then burn...
