what strange secret shattered and charged
a mighty foe with the wings on a blast
but bituminous the glow and from hell
dangerous to think things ringing in your ears
slip into a still watch it slip through
your fingers like sand through a sieve.
under-swept and as said so differencing from distance softer than you could sea
the skies
watching the clo(u)ds collide.
couldn't pull back an escapist so fled the paint into a sick barrel of venom.
dis
app
ear
listen to the end
quiet and seek through thunder
clouding your minds scrambled thick and ****** slick.
this is not about them the things are as he said.
every day, seven times a day, a torture.