Life. a Prologue of Death - Unprocessed

Steal beams sprout their branches over streetvales

Grey forests spit fire and noise

Scattered details sprawl out of the glut

An epilogue of constant, rhythmic breath

Streams of stifling wind that creeps in the lungs

And into everybody’s mind

The fear

To be on a pointless way

To strive

For the perfection in death

Soughing breath of lonesome furnaces

Rattling bronchia vomit blood

Shattered heads rest at the kerbstone

Mournful distance shimmers in vapour

Hordes of aliens shovel guts into the night

And warm rain trickles down the drain

The raw

Footsteps on the pointless way

That strive

Until there’s nothing at all