The quakes of a thousand cuts
rumblings and grumbling of disaffected core
injured shadows dance with sprinting lies
partying sorrowfully in sounds without melodies
they who faceless-ly stare to blank faces
at the commune of futile promises and egg shells
in with the tears drinkers and the fades
the oracle sees the gnarled storms feeders
hawking their innards and selling their offspring
t'is the myth of the mettle less emporium
where dead ends meet unpromising seasons
for for them its the guileless journey
the stories of their birth in laboured confusion
in union-ed illusions and falsities of truth
life as they know it is daggers drawn
riders of the shadows the highwayman and the buccaneers