14 August 2012
Dark things quietly sidle Eyes constantly shift Nothing sits idle Nobody can span the rift
Figures scuttle about Thin, dark like shadow Hiding in the grout Closing the window
Things won't alter The people won't trust So keep an eye on the halter Control your lust
Or you'll find yourself Floating in water Your things on a shelf And horse up for slaughter
Broken City • Opuss № I