time is circling its core like a villain
streets are running under my feet
is that the inflamed sky
call me your fortune teller, disaster, whatever
I condemn you to the bestiary of my clarity
you'd better make up another camouflage or transparency,
a savage new name for devilry each day
you smile an unfiltered smile,
like a Sisyphus of tease and play
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 1:28 PM UTC
time is circling its core like a villain
streets are running under my feet
is that the inflamed sky
call me your fortune teller, disaster, whatever
I condemn you to the bestiary of my clarity
you'd better make up another camouflage or transparency,
a savage new name for devilry each day
you smile an unfiltered smile,
like a Sisyphus of tease and play
