Nothing

There's so much space here for a man to get forgot
Buried in street steam
Look at the way it curls around my throat
I'm desperate for something to take
To ease these vicious buildings' edge
To make their shapes
A little less like sharpened teeth

And in the right light
Sometimes the garbage in the harbor shifts strange
And I wonder
Down there at the bottom
What kind of awful things remain

I'm so washed out, you can barely make me out
Bathed in mad blue light
Look at the way it echoes off my skin
And flashes luminescently
Like something born of deep beneath
Luring me
Toward gaping alley jaws

And in the right light
Sometimes the garbage in the harbor shifts strange
And I wonder
Down there at the bottom
What kind of awful things remain

And on the worst nights
I can hear the pale streetlights humming hate
There are worse things
Than boots and bullets
Out there lying in wait

There are secrets here that the sailors knew
But there are no sailors left to speak to
There are secrets here that the sailors knew
But there are no sailors anymore
Oh, I could tell you things that are more than true
But I just don't know how to speak to you

On a day that's coming soon
I will be reclaimed
Like the bricks, the boards and rusty railway fences
Deep in strangling vines
I will know its name
Like I know the mills and graves and wasted houses
I will be chewed alive
And I will forget
And I will be reclaimed
Like everything here
Nobody wanted
Anymore