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.