but narrower, the sanctum/ deep wells had never been your thing that was where the monsters lived/ in the dark dark no i said dark how dark was it fucking dark and i do not mean the lack of light the light was screaming fuck/ they are always watching your second selves kill him dead/ the same exact way on the same exact night in the same barn with the same gun and he was never coming back/ to the wet wood with its stones, with its dark eyes that without fail came for you open the doors and stare into the secrets/ how dark was it with the diamond cuts and bite bit the cold straight rain and the sky mite/ tied with rawhide to your whipping post/ your backbone without a scratch/