Unloved Testo

Testo Unloved

There will be no consolation prize

this time the bone is broken clean

no baptism, no reprise and no sweet taste

of victory. All the stars have fallen

from the sky
and everything else in between

satelites have closed their eyes, the moon

has gone to sleep


here I am inside a hotel choking on a

million words I said

cigarettes have burned a hole and dreams are

drunk and penniless

here I am inside my father's arms
all jagged-bone and whiskey-dry

whisper to me sweetly now and tell me I will

never die


here I am an empty hallway

broken window, rainy night

I am nineteen sixty-two and I am ready

for a fight people crying hallelujah

while the bullet leaves the gun

people falling, falling, falling and I don't know

where they're falling from

are they


hoping that the kindness will lead us

past the blindness and

not another living soul will ever have to feel