An Allergy To Sun - The Banner

White lights-sunrise-landslides-basement walls

Bright light -bright eyes-despise these phone calls

I’m laying in bed all alone in the dark, mourning pictures of a brown haired

boy with a smile

I’m alone in a room

I’m alone in a crowd boarding up the doors and windows to keep me in — to keep

you out

Curse of Chiroptera, curse of the night eyes life subterranean until my mouth

fries

Lurk living lonely, lurk living alone

Blades, shovels and black duct tape at least

Until the sun is shown-oh yeah and you can see the footprints in the morning

And you can kill it sleeping

You can kill it while it sleeps

Silent vigils for my heart beat

A lit candle for hope is all I keep

A child’s funeral for which I weep

And you can turn the lights off when your leaving