Leeds

It's dark at 4 pm in leeds

The steeples pierce the skylight till the last of it bleeds

The absent sound of another day as it recedes

Into the shadows

Until it's nothing

Fax papers slipped under the hotel room door

Like food for the prisoner or the prospect to the whore

Well fed and halfway drunk I ache myself for more

Until I'm shadows of myself

Until I'm nothing

Sixteen black churches burning on the tv

All the way from texas to tennessee

And a politician locks my eye and says to me

There is no crisis here

There's no conspiracy

I crave inertia every move made so I can stop

Whatever this madness is in me spinning like a top

On a bed of anxiety over a deep dark drop

Down into nothingness

Into withoutyouness

Was it ever so the evil creep like ivy

A toe hold on the stronger half of nature's dichotomy

I'm beating back a path through nothing more than pure insistence

Until here becomes

The distance

Hold my head love I'm sick tonight

Find the open hole and press your fingers there with all your might

Before the last ounce of my spirit bleeds

Onto the pristine sheets

Of the hotel bed in leeds