Hurt a little more

Silent the lonely stars fall
from the sky of endless dark,
from the eternal nothing.
I cannot see my way forward
but in all this insanity,
see a little more.
The pure hearts sin a little,
my little note plays all silent
but in all the world nightmare,
the pure noise drains all,
awe a little more.
Creepy silent witness bears all,
the criminal insomniac breaths fire
and all the saints kill the pure death,
hurt a little more.
Sin all sin that comes before thee,
die all pain that falls now,
the witnesses of pain bow now,
burn a little more.
Something hurts inside and nothing matters now,
stars fall from the sky and collapse,
fear a little more.
Spy my hole of pain and sadness,
the creeping nastiness lurks within,
burn a little more.
Sleeping sickness lies in wait,
Painful darkness creeps untold,
bleed a little more.
hate a little more.
I'm lost and unknowing,
scream a little more.
live a little more.
die a little more.
kill a little more.
She was my goddess and now,
my soul collapses,
fear a little more.
plead a little more.
hope a little more.
Tie a red red red red ribbon.
I see no purple light crashing out of you now.
end a little more.
lose a little more.
kiss death.

Mark Snellgrove
12 April 97
(written at 2AM in mulligans in amsterdam. i accept no responsibility)