Babylon

In Babylon I had noticed a poor child at play

He was pulling his hairs and drinking his tears

Leaning in to wipe away one year, 

I proceeded to slit his throat to give him a fish without a voice

Now with each step he takes

there echoes a scream within the kingdom of the star upon the mourn

Screaming fish, drowning gills

Parting lips, broken lisps

But I know nothing of that place

Forget everything I ever said

I said forget everything I ever said