crack in the visor.
i see your discolored truth.
man in monster’s clothes.
fire
jingle jangle
holes in my pocket
can’t keep my coins from leaving.
if i get some coins.
crowded house
the demon lights red
on the fast highway to hell.
following the crowd.
limit less
the days are long now
even though sunlight is short.
stretched to the limit.
hopeium withdrawal
a lot of hot air
fills the room of whitish men.
exhaling all hope.
quiet noises
quiet is the man
who walks amongst the madness.
fearing no loudness.