The night
Is grazing on the sunrise
Butter taste
Beaming on the crescent fade
Fake
Ponds and sulphate graves
Dream…
Of a better, day
The day
Is making coffee tonight
Tossed away
Dusting off what concrete, made
Fake
Ponds and sulphate graves
It feels…
Like I could fade away
The lake
It pulls me into midnight
Words cannot
Break the scent of rapid rain
The lake
It pulls me into midnight
All is gone
Friends and bishops at the end