A bus, with female presence, blood pressure raises.
Windows cry, because of the melting snow.
Autumn tree, reflected by an industrial complex.
The tides of seasons have been incompetent.
The roadblock cascades, breaking the foundation.
Thus it delineates my intention.
Billboards show no mercy and neither will I.

My tears become poisonous as my eyes behold the mire of human slavery.

deserted lands tell us why we live, and so we struggle for our imagination.

Build a tower for your god to blow it over.
Devour a land where we pretend,
your people are my people.
We shall unite with death.

You all smile but I still feel unsought.
It's a lurid existence to which my heart confines.
A pale daydream that I cannot leave behind.

ensiform

You're a breaker that wears a costume.
A pond showing ocean waters.
Tidal bores swim along and see your pain.
Warn you, with blooming thorns.
Be waves of ire, when you're a storm.