Drowning under a cloak of human skin, to die...
Staved from the sun, yet we find the time to be...

I went to write 1000 words about a Sunday dream
Inside these romantic shaded walls...

Winds whisper wisdoms through the trees
To condemn the spirit of man...

Ambient dreams
Withering escape...

Nothing here
where ashen blackens eyes with fear...

Must carry a heavy burden
Chosen by god as a leader...

I'll shut my eyes and keep dreaming of you, so we...

A putrid moon separates the skies like a rotten...
Exiled from a lonely hole in the ground...

Her perceptive whispers sweeping my consciousness...
Only for the night she chose me and we embraced...

Colombian devotion
Her brown fertile eyes...

Tremolo moonlight flickering through the window...

Unfeeling Humanity with self-denying morality
Reserved mammals walking hopeless...