Head's still split, it's another day in down
Cut by teeth and clawed most ways around
The hazey count is still more days in rest
But I can't sleep and there's crime that I do best
   Surface to suffice achieving breath
The longest month of hiding from some death
Sleep in trees regarded in debate
And move in darkness when the hour's late
She'll be soon arriving with clenched hands
And we'll be high like few that understands
   Her love for me moves mischief by degree
So I hold her 'till our arms bleed patiently
   We ponder speculation through the streets
And cast out pulsing shadows through our sheets
Unhesitant to victimize a fly
Wondering clueless,like minds live or die
   31 does crawl it's way to first
   Thus giving pause to street life near the worst