I hate you, obeying destiny like sunrise obeys the horizon.

A farm of chaos, my family drained, my friendships lying in excuses.

Avalanches open themselves like virgin Harems in conflict.

Pubity's toxic surveyor, pointing to nothingness.

Revolving aimlessly with a loathing as hot as the sunrise.

Tranquility.

A mirage, a future as distant as freedom,

Mowing your fibres through the ocean of private derision the silent one grants you a cause.

Once fading you sit and evaluate, seasons.

Weather for pride,

In ignorance you sacrifice arms.

As the generations evolve your longing for chemicals screams.

A nagging emptiness secretes within you.

Banishing progress, laying the table for hungerless roaming diversions.