Grey forests spit fire and noise
Scattered details sprawl out of the glut
An epilogue of constant, rhythmic breath
Streams of stifling wind that creeps in the lungs
And into everybody’s mind
The fear
To be on a pointless way
To strive
For the perfection in death
Soughing breath of lonesome furnaces
Rattling bronchia vomit blood
Shattered heads rest at the kerbstone
Mournful distance shimmers in vapour
Hordes of aliens shovel guts into the night
And warm rain trickles down the drain
The raw
Footsteps on the pointless way
That strive
Until there’s nothing at all
Steal beams sprout their branches over streetvales Grey forests spit fire and noise Scattered details sprawl out of the glut An epilogue of constant, rhythmic breath Streams of stifling wind that creeps in the lungs And into everybody’s mind The fear To be on a pointless way To strive For the perfection in death Soughing breath of lonesome furnaces Rattling bronchia vomit blood Shattered heads rest at the kerbstone Mournful distance shimmers in vapour Hordes of aliens shovel guts into the night And warm rain trickles down the drain The raw Footsteps on the pointless way That strive Until there’s nothing at all Explain Request ×
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