Postmortem

Behold them go Market wisdom’s pros And barrier under my name And color is black You’re burying your sadness in a sarcophagus You’re crawling along the thorny fence Beware of your dreams And beware of your informativeness Oh, miracle’s so real And hollow They send it via blackmail To the glass tower At the last hour Not seeing the winds of time Winds and streams of Winds and streams of… time Wearing your name Beware of your dreams And beware of your informativeness Lament Embrace Reflection Reflection of mine