You can't rely on anyone with a laughing eye, they pull and hurt and buckle and bend and shut the white train doors again, and while you're running home, pretending it won't be empty like this smoke-sick outdoors they'll be laughing from their coffee cups and pulling strings to string you up, So while you're dodging yellowed skies check the eyes of passers-by, because behind one pair of shades there's an evil shape which twists and fades and follows you from dawn to dusk and covets your fears, your hates, distrusts and won't rest til it's drunk its fill, until your soul is darker still.
