humble nights in the industrial city
smog accents the memories
as if any of this meant anything to me
alone again in my intimacy
drugs acting as their own sorted ministry
the feelings of inadequacies
like this life was pagantry
another black sabbath & the last of the meed
simple composure is beside me
my actions guide me...my eyes bleed.
so this is valhalla?
it seems as if these dreams will get the best of me