She never sleeps and she never lets you rest. She keeps you up and calms you down in the same breath. You're not a guest and you're never quite at home but always welcome so even when you go the light's on when you get back because you can't stay away so come out and play.

It'll be the death of me I'm sure but guess it beats the life I had before. Now I'm a stranger in my own neighborhood and every avenue's a new chance to escape.

Go out or stay in. I'm just saying that's how it goes.

I drink her sour milk from breasts of bitter cold. Her moldy body I have stolen glances at. She bats off eyesores over bruised and broken skin. She's rotten to the core and blackened from within.