The Only Child of Aergia

Amidst all the whores and fiends

I misplaced my solemnity

Last but not least on a long list in life of casualties

I walked back and forth, retracing my steps

Where I'd been and who I'd seen

Through an open door, into an empty bed, to my hands and knees

Looking for some kind of a sign, a deadly disease

Or a homeless man who knows my friends by name

The sound of sirens and heartache can be heard in the distance from where I lay

Stretched out, the only child of Aergia

In the room, rubble and ruins

If I lie still long enough for my heart to stop, will I find what I lost?