Through the fake and sheer white curtains,

Lies a land and sea of urchins

Who grow and grow

And learn to sow

Woe.

Amidst the hiss of yearning bliss,

They see their dark and ugly kiss

Affect us still

And kill

Will.

A/N: I kind of really like how the last line and it’s extremely abrupt change in flow puts an emphasis on the word. Kudos me! Just kidding. Does anyone get what it’s talking about? Who the “urchins” are? Ooooh, please try.