I frown at the chair It sits there staring back at me I ask its purpose It answers me not I talk at the TV It responds obscurely Frustrated I argue back But on-screen no one hears me
I touch the window & follow the rain Wishing it was acid Falling on your brain I smell the sewer It's putrid smell Desiring that you Were burning in hell I taste the poison
Light the fire son The time has almost come The great May rite will pass Invoking summer at long last Passing through the Beltane fire The fertility of the sacred pyre