As I sit eating a snack,
Fragments of my world stare back...

It is said,
our eyes see only the surface of reality...

The charcoal beast,
Swarms through the air...

There is this girl,
Lying in insecurity...

In this town,
Of slush and sludge...

There is nothing for you to look at here,
Nothing for you to see...

In the dark,
On top of the pillows...

Cursed is the woman,
Beckoning her god...

One igloo rest he
Toy have rotten and grave bound...

Chased down like an animal,
Put on show case...

Moon waning,
Stretching it’s mighty limbs...

Padding across his territory,
Scenting for his missing glory...