Mother Night Revisited

Biting through tongues and foaming at the mouths
Splicing together what will not pan out
Wax works for bitter pills
Yet vials and spoons seem better still
Trade all the lines that you cut in
For all the hours spent blacked out
And shivering into mother night again
Trade all your needles
For all the sleep you’ve missed
As much as you can get
She’ll tuck you into pitch