Horseman 2820

On spillways of techno  
Where every life is fruitless decay  
Where every leaf is a crescendo  
A bookmark for our own vagrant getaway  
 
Underneath I sift the waste  
Pinning strings like constellations  
But you're a schism on the page  
Smoking gun on my nation  
 
I'm the bucket
You're the well  
I am the Ichabod to your Crane  
Both are empty and yet both are filled  
Mystified by neon rain  
 
Drowsy in your dreamy cage  
You're the reaper in pastel skies  
Sot, you spare me your spectral rage  
Upon reins of steel and lights  
 
Your heart's what I surmise  
Cos your face erased is lost in sorrow  
Claim my parts, steal my eyes  
Judge me as a traveler of the night.