An Apostle Of Night

Take me to the darkest corner
the scruffiest visions
and the most exotic smells
wafting from who knows where

When I've had too much
take me outside
blow smoke in my face
and sit me on a patio

Where I can stare at the stars
and at old buildings
and imagine a ghost
drifting down the stairs

Let the rain fall on Babylon
and all of its inhabitants
dressed in black
products of meat and liquor

Breathing the cool air
walking step after step
towards an infinite destiny
wrapped in a bloody tourniquet

Someone shouts out of joy
down the street
Someone shouts out of anger
around the corner