Jul
01.
sound off the sirens, calling all guards – an analog compendium of unabridged white noise. fade out, fade out – hear the quiet shout, dastardly catastrophe bringing down the walls – see it crumble, see it crash and look the other way. monotone, monotonous, weary winded requiem – ignoble recluse’ introspective monologue, falling rain – mind numbing pain, quiet demise come. smile and turn away, smile and turn away – no one knows just why things became this way. all alone staring off into the storm a sigh – oh what a fool i am. look, look – oh lost dream




