anxious eyes awake greedy for harvest tile floor under his feet cold as any day had ever been before icy rays shine white down streets building walls exhast stains pristine roads till evening falls this town sleeps but he's awake stalking until in bled the light time stops a pit collapses under his thoughts the frozen windows footsteps just outside no time left now their reflections are now becoming one a triggered reflex fatherless sons it's done look what has become drowning in his panic washing through veins moving in sleep the horizon line is turning on an axis fueled to the edge of perception soaking palms moments foreshadowed in dreams undeniably real hours turn over until this is the sole resort find sentinent refuge the manifestation of sores and as the pasture opened up its arms days lost in an abstraction this mind has strayed away glacing down as he begins to fade decades die and still there's no escape