As faces crept in from the room next door

to my eyes I let a razor race swiftly down my armless body

towards the clays of hell

Blink to separate desecration from pain

Toward the clays of hell the acrid tears and razors race

The faces become more defined

as the scent of my sweat and vomit draws them nearer

Blink to separate desecration from pain

Blink to separate the face from the name

Another flash

Another face

Blink once for the pills

Blink twice for the shame

In the eyes of the canary these faces (remain)