Deafening chats
of emptiness--
a vast void of triviality
piercing through eardrums of depths.
Sharp scenes
of obscenity
cut the flesh of the windows of the skull
into dreadful bleeding--
a flux of values compromised.
Perhaps, there will always be
gray clouds in their foggy minds;
vapor, humidity, and sweat;
miasma, smog, and accumulating nimbus--
an atmosphere of swirling filth,
an inevitable bath of acid rain.
