Requiem For A Dive - Subtle

At the opposite end, of the hospital pair, of empty pay public binoculars

Slump facing in your way, in the dead of the stare, you marvel about until you

eye this one

Door that appears to be both half open and closed, a nerve drawn moth to the

bulb

Head down as if reeled around a gear by the guts, inclining towards your intuit

picked portal of choice

Now often not, yet of nerves on this moment of mostly glory, you look for the

knob and see nothing but this healed shut keyhole

Dax-strong in this dream you begin to cut key

In the further cornest of a clearest skull when you feel your kneecaps being

nursed

By white on white, welcome magic till, she scar to read woe, become only one

In the mirror on hands and heart for verge lift she mad jacket in her

And with it’s omen, and brought it zits, and in the tight wishbone you care for

a lift

Your instrument was left at the door and she slowly unclutches the car seat sack

When it’s keyhole to me, and so you snap this bone car wish in the lockpick

Until you hear through the click of door the dead bolt coughed in suddenly

To feel God above your skull, beneath your skin;

goes wild (x8)