Cocked sun covering this dark-suited city;
Discarded
from the echoes of a midnight scene;
Yellow light wanders, burning concrete streets;
Marching shadow renders the dawn
serene.
The burgeoning crowd, with their monotone splendour,
Gather
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,
Born to
a time where remembrance is sin.
Forging our friendships through the thief of hearts;
Invisible dictator of the currents
within.
The last leaf fades, we close our trembling lips,
As
summer descends in golden fall;
We end our days changing sound into silence,
And live us this life of death, evermore.
