A still indigo is the vice,
Borrowed a blurry guise,
Finding peace in the eyes,
That's just how to die, I surmise.

The haunted lake,
I cannot unmake,
I cannot forsake,
The next daybreak.

A design to only hunger,
Sealed into a bunker,
Despite a fear monger,
Are you just like me, I ponder.

The haunted lake,
I cannot unmake,
I cannot forsake,
The next daybreak.

Breaking into false illusions,
A pulse preludes these intrusions,
Pollution unto starkest collusions,
Lips cracked in many contusions,
Slips into the darkest delusions.