Don't Forget About Christian
Knope
There was courage in the kitchen
On the bottle shelf of the pantry
Another bandage for my broken will
And my window, like a picture frame
Exposes footprints in the snow
That pave a road back to your hollow home
I noted everything you'd say
Every question and every phrase
Embedded in my brain
To keep me from going insane
You would think I'd be frank when I thanked all my demons
For making the seasons feel less about
Leaving myself in a bend once again
Kiss the leaves on the trees for allowing my body to breathe
Then you found me, lying, waiting
In a pitch black cloak of night
Within a bedroom I still wasn't used to yet
And then you cast some sacred spell on me
You summoned black holes around your eyes
Designed to pull me into them
I hope this is the end
Wasteland, eternally elated
Happenstance, common cultist, wear your hand
Eight toppled trashcans like smoking guns
Bow down beneath a burning Sun
Then vanish, vampire, for once for good