Under mustard sun.

Slight skip of lightening.

Dead heat and honey thunder.

Lonely as a bone.

Sheet metal whispers

Overrated fables fabricating

Meaning keeping dreamers

Insane to themselves.

 

Thought provoked

Silent annihilation

Of reason.

Desolate dark skies and dreary days.

Faint and cosmopolitan

Depression of senses

Lacking any structure

Nurtured by nothing

But mood approval.

Truth proof concluding

Nobody survives.

Auto traumatical

Instant kiss of ticking

Tock tock clock

Sick as time.

Tenor lunged roaring

At last, finality.

Less bored

By the chorus

Of death.