When They Sleep They Dream of What?

Tonight all my fingers live in secret doubt

And it’s useless to close my fists my fingers

Imagine the razor that slices every tip

They know nocturnal blood that hurts

Much deeper than a paper cut and

Little bleeding mouths so long asleep set

Free and wagging their flaming tongues

They sing O they swear they say only

Words that would chill a mother’s heart

They decipher all the ancient mysteries

My fingertips grin maliciously they whip me

The mirrored bird they say fuck you dude

And it’s useless to close my fists in dimness 
To sink them in sleep so they’ll not keep seeing