When the ice melts off your fingertips

That’s when I shall puncture the glass

Playing the strings of your lungs 

How many more vices

Madness came to visit you with a heavy knock

Haunting the past while

The beatniks add an extra beat 

To the melting salad that drips 

You and you sit side by side

At an old diner that serves meat milkshakes

Covered in the remnants of your country

This is what you fight for

Blood with no scars 

Wounds that face brother to brother

A cup of coffee falls from a seizure

The fog is clearer than ever

Justify it with the shadows

Littered scattered and battered

The tension has been distributed

You can wave the causes till they forget