The Rat House

Take Reed's Lake three times

It's two a.m. and the ice doesn't give to my surprise

So I walk back home take off my boots turn on the stereo

My black eyes glaze over at the posters in my room

And the real contents of the closet echo what happened

On that cursed campus night just last May

So I take the postal box and throw it away

Not before taking photographs of each object like a

Forensic scientist taking evidence of my upcoming death

We've all got debts to pay

Like Moses when he killed the man and ran away