there will be no consolation prize
this time the bone is broken clean
and no sweet taste of victory
all the stars have fallen from the sky
and everything else in between
satellites have closed their eyes
the moon has gone to sleep
choking on a million words i said
cigarettes have burned a hole
and dreams are drunk and penniless
here i am inside my father's arms
all jagged-bone and whiskey-dry
whisper to me sweetly now
and tell me i will never die
here i am an empty hallway
and i am ready for a fight
while the bullet leaves the gun
and i don't know where they're falling from
will lead us past the blindness
and not another living soul