Sycamore Sick No More

Stuck in lightbulbs and living dark.
Afraid and laughing in Barkers Park
Ice soothes the Sad Thing,
With just a spark.
And soon it's maddening,
With syc I bark.
Blood runs in streams
From scars of heart.
And Vic and Syc
Both play the part.
And then they part,
And go their ways.
To walk in hell,
For numbered days.
For every sin the Victim pays.
Black with white with shades and greys.
Break apart from them and run.
Slip and fall with rising Sun.
Ignite once more then finished done.
No more chance the Gamblers won.
Time to change.....
                  Addressed
                     The Son