Allay - Katie Gately

I am running through your streets in circles

I am jumping through your rings with wings

I am reaching for the wings of a circus

I am ticking like a well taut sling

I am running through your streets in circles

I am jumping through your rings with wings

I am living in a womb made of dirt and dust and

I am flirting with a silent ring

You could try to hold the beast back, but it holds you closer

Try to hold the yeast down, but it rises faster

I am running through your streets

Through your streets

Through your streets

Through your streets

I am running through your streets

Through your streets

Through your streets

Lives a beast

There’s no swifter way to draw a bum to her bait

And no time to race, aches that know they’re outpaced

When it meets you, there’ll be blood too

When it feels blue, you’ll succumb too

There’s no swifter way to draw a bum to her bait

Not too soft to trace, a loom threads through your lace

When it sees you, you’ll be lamb stew

When it feels new, you’ll be long doomed