SS General Slocum

i see you there.
excreting monsters
and rabid animals
from your soul

the iv drips
you cling to the needle
like a naked child
clutches its mother's chest

you let forth mournful moans
and harranging screams
a broadcast of the nightmare
your existance has become

i see you there.
no longer dancing with the devil
but collapsed in his yard,
what a sad waste of a heart.

it's getting late
and the black sun is crawling
to the other side of this world
it's become hard to make anything out

but don't worry dear,
i can still see you