meet up with me, meet me half way

find me in the middle of messy mind frames and the bedroom, dirty mirrors.

In the heavy center where men

straddle the thick thighs of Death, with those heavy eyes and deep breaths

to take from it

plagues and suicides and a phantom ride right through it

they come to the business end of things

and negotiate the terms

but talk nothing of the payment 

the world of men turning around 
bartering for ticket out 


to meet me at the end of the agreement