To the Pain

The cloud cover
Over this afternoon sky
Is like a heavy pillow
Drifting along
It's all shades of gray
And flickered light
Immovably heavy
Overpowering gentle waves

I think it's fitting
No, Jong isn't here
And please fuck off
Cause I'm in a mood
For punching the light
Out of your eyes
Deforming you in ways
That only Wesley can enumerate

And at the hour
When the clock strikes
I'll bundle it all up
For repression

And it's harder
Than it looks
Choosing to play
The long hand