Fading in and out of existence, where there is a whisper from a mistress in fish nets tempting your every interest of sanity.
Vanity lies hidden and derived from the canopy of clouded judgements.
This next sentence will bring sentiments to your every American citizen.
Brighter horizons lie ahead, much closer than your bedspread.
Sweat is dripping and ripping holes in the red stains in your wood shed.
Bled out from paint cans raining down from rotting shafts, holes in the collapsing rooftop spawns forth some terrible draft.
Crafted from the laughter of liars, shrill shouts from loud buyers, a disastrous blast of forces destroying your every desire.
Tragic floods, sweeping fires, and splitting earthquakes that destroys what you and I admire.
Worn out and expired, the flame of something higher flickers off, like a light-switch.
Goodnight.