Silk fabrics, spin words like a black widow. Observing shapes on the crest through a cracked window. Faded kinfolk percolate a vicious cycle. Concede the title, passed from an image spiteful. Hooded silhouettes cast a shadow in dystopia, cityscape a gallow the skies hold a rope for ya. Urban paradigm, tantamount to euthanasia. Soured fruits bear the hallmarks of human nature. Twisted labyrinth, apertures soak mundane fragments innate patterns, ways learned through a stained malice. Same chalice bequeathed, from a father deceased, drowned in his sleep under smeared linen sheets. In the belly of the beast, waves echoed familiar, another soul torn in this concrete perimeter.