Masks
Covered sins in skins
Walking troubles
Dungeon souls
Flawed instincts
A flood
Of coloured pretences
Violent preferences
And dirty references
Feel their faces smelling
The smiling
With hearts
Full of loathe
Hatred to the throat
Rains
Of false tears
Forced out
In pleasure of a search
For pity
See their black behinds
Coated chests
Braided hairs
And misplaced muscles
Parading the streets
Unanswered queries
Bitter truths shut
Below smelly armpits
Torn elbows
See their bright shadows talking
Blackmails
Unremorseful
Leisure dirty
Walking
Still working
See them
Walking adrift
