Locust

when the mist of the morning falls
 a silence calls from the faith
 baying at the window of my wondering
 everything is faded, growing near to the ground
 hiding in a corner of the doorway
 the light is the fear of the shadow
 near the leaves where the locust leaps
 the spider's under the streets
 in her catacomb museum
 her lovers' mausoleum
 with the kiss of the killing doors
 the darkness creeps down the stairs of my vision and I feel the walls inside
 I feel someone inside me now
 everything is faded, growing near to the ground
 hiding in a corner of the doorway
 shadow of the world
 a field of locust swarming down again
 a field of locust swarming down
 now the jackals of the nightmare
 lay at the feet of the lunatics
 hands through the dark are crawling over me
 shadow of the world
 a field of locust swarming down again
 a field of locust swarming down
 a field of locust swarming down again
 a field of locust swarming down