Zed and Two Naughts

I'm not breathing any better
Mallets crack with every grinI hear the scraping plea of branches
Against my broken windowI won't let you inThe silhouette holds me under
Can't poke me with these pinsFlotsam drip of nectar
Nexus bean sproutingWhen she saysSaint Christopher
Don't go wanderingWith noone left to save
Cause noone's at the wheelSaint ChristopherAntidote claps with thunder
From a gash of staple rainThis bed will never rest you
The answers in the sermonsI won't let you inThe stoking fits the crowning
A wasted gust of kinRepulsion turns to nectar
When the pigment leaves the bodyWhen she saysSaint Christopher
Don't go wanderingWith noone left to save
Cause noone's at the wheelSaint ChristopherLastborn prey and firstborn caught
Crawling like an animalHold your breath its feeding time
In this zed and two naughtsPainted a fulcrum of caves
Piled with dreams ofPhantom masses made of pastures
Labyrinths turning, cystic mazeI've been hanging wreaths of cancer
On every door where children singWatch it all blisterSaint Christopher
Don't go wanderingWith noone left to save
Cause noone's at the wheelSaint Christopher