Modern Nights Kill Poem by Daniel Richards

All that I am
All that you are
All the many faces of me
Too fit into a we
All the Promises are broken
When I
When you
As a we
Are finally woken

All that I am
With the words you have spoken
All that you are
With the words you have broken
All that I could be
Must fit snug precisely in a we
Given a crown
A crier a liar on the town
Words are spoken in the rain
IL break the crown and do it all over again

All that I am
All that you are
All the many faces of me
Too fit into a we
All the Promises are broken
When I
When you
As a we
Are finally woken

Expensive dreams and
Cheap frills, ignite the life you lead
A night on the town
With expensive pills, dressed to the hills
All that you are vanity kills
All that I am
All that I could be
Must separate me from your vanity

Torn away
The webs that you wove
Torn are
The treasure troves
Of dreams on the hill
Rip it all away
Vanity kills
Rip away the clothes
Golden skin and bones
All that remains is the stain on your soul

Dressed to the hills
With expensive and cheap frills
All leads to the time when
Finally vanity kills