When hands meet here, skin forms. from tube through skin 
and from my mouth. you're all painted and dressed up for 
confusion this in all ends. meet complications to devices 
I bow my head, just to pretend to know a thing or two 
about a prayer. in horrible deaths we lay, just to lay 
for peace, and just to say goodnight, and then we finally 
sleep. but how can I sleep with the sound of hooves 
coming up the stairs.