A variety of thoughts from chad loftis

5.8.06

Darkling (to leif cole)

Blank stares are the air you've breathed
Blown through long, vacant halls
And windows that let in walls.

Squint in the fluorescent's gleam
Since we've all broken off
Souvenirs of the sun.
Welcome to all we've done.
Welcome my darkling son.

Break bread and drink blood with me.
I'm resolved: I'll dissolve.
(Melt into everyone,
Save you from them my son)