Clockwork to Satisfy Terminal Triggers

~~~~~~~~Into a sun that never sets, they stare
~~~~~A black circle is forming in the place it stands
~~~~~~~~~~And steaks race across the sky
~The world is reeling at top velocities towards black holes
~~~~~~~~~~That in the end, we all sink into
~~~~~~~~~~Or out of seventh story windows
~~~~~~~~Falling into an elucidate sidewalk world
Where all the people wear the same faces until they punch out
~~~~And every night they burn up before they wake up
~~Transmuting into dreams while they sleep off nightmares
~~~~~~And somewhere people are blowing out candles
~~~Lighting their floors on fire with gasoline and matches
~Thinking that going up and out in flame will purify the world
~~~~~~Their shame will fade out, the book of regrets
~~~~Even before the tall buildings came crashing down
~~A man would sit down and write sad letters of nothing
~~~~~~~~~Letters to explain what went wrong
~~~~~~~~Or to explain the tethers of language
~~At the end of pin point pens his death wrote itself out
~~~~Drawing a black sunset of a sun that never sets