sECRETLY YOU SIT
aLONE IN your room
sINGING AS YOU REST
gLANCING AT THE MOON
wHAT LIES AHEAD
sILENTLY WHISPERING
wEEDS BEND THEIR HEADS
iNNOCENTLY GLISTENING
cASUAL LOOKS
fROM ONLOOKING PUNKS
rANGING FROM TITTERY SLIMES
tO MANIFESTED HUNKS
lOOK AWAY
oBSESSIVE ESSENCE
mYSTIFIED THOUGHTS
sUCH A PRESENCE
fALLING TO SLEEP
cALMLY THEY DIE
aLL IS WELL
i WoNdEr WhY?
-Chris Beury
