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

battery.

another black sabbath & the last of the meed

simple composure is beside me

besides sin

my actions guide me...my eyes bleed.

so this is valhalla?

it seems as if these dreams will get the best of me