Cocked sun covering this dark-suited city;
from the echoes of a midnight scene;
Yellow light wanders, burning concrete streets;
Marching shadow renders the dawn
The burgeoning crowd, with their monotone splendour,
and swell in idle repetition.
Their truth defined by degrees of transparence;
Dreams confined by the limits of vision.
We are cursed by memories too close to forget,
a time where remembrance is sin.
Forging our friendships through the thief of hearts;
Invisible dictator of the currents
The last leaf fades, we close our trembling lips,
summer descends in golden fall;
We end our days changing sound into silence,
And live us this life of death, evermore.