They ask no quarter. They will not budge.
The alcohol has set in, she does not respond.
Do you have any idea what it means to see your livelihood slip past you in an all too predictable way?
My phantasms have proven themselves relevent in today,
because wordless gauntlets have had their way.
If we could we would run from that shadow beyond the way,
until then we will just pull the shades.
If that isn't a postmodern mythological wet dream,
I don't know what is.
It calls to me.