I'm sitting in the stairwell after slipping into town There's roses on the sidewalk There is blood upon the ground When the bold thin human rose to stop inside my chest A chill waked on my side, staring while he wastes There's a man curved on his pistol A broken fist inside his soul My hands are hollow pillows My thoughts are ending bolts Beyond the world of joys shimmers at my feet And the rumbles in the soil It trickles along the street Well the post that I call evening Is the sway before I die I see the river more than two lanes My thump leaning towards Oh sky oh sky Oh sky oh sky I'm sitting in the stairwell after slipping into town There's roses on the sidewalk There is blood upon the ground When the bold thin human rose to stop inside my chest A chill waked on my side, staring while he wastes