Kept at arms length, to the far reaches of stone beaches and safe places

A faint trace of tainted space, embraced the taste of surrender.

A pale faced portrait, of an artist, in a stalemate,

on a mission, out his mind, off his meds, up the staircase.

Through the window, down the hall, written on the wall in spray-paint,

it's a pain-staking process, to offset this great lakes weight.

Stop, nobody's leaving, nothing shocking anymore

amidst the shock and awe and rock and roll, sulking in a satin robe

sullen, stunned, stoned, the phone been dead since yesterday,

we can skip all the pleasantries, I'll just take my fucking severance pay