The skeletons leer at me
Bleached bones on red velvet
Whispering, whispering
The full moon swells
(white as the bones)
Gray clouds and rock outside
Dust hanging heavy within
A piercing whistle blows
The child skull giggles
Blood bubbles out of my ear
(red as the velvet)
Our train rolls on.
The moon will never set
And the rock will never crumble
The skeletons watch
As the blood runs down my cheek.
They whisper.
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