Ropes - Septa

Water

From the bottle

Of the shining

Glass

Night

Nor the first one

And neither

The last

I’ve been waiting

Here for too long

And tonight

I’m not getting home

This place is strange

This place is strange, right?

This place is violent

Who are these men?

Their faces are blank

What does this mean?

Eyes are black holes

Their faces are blank

Their eyes are black

It’s coming to your house

It’s taking all your stuff

It’s out to get you

Out to get you on the hanging

Ropes

They hang

Ropes

They wait