Sour laments on city walls
No heads or tails
when the coin falls
emptied will in lucid dreams
the pale end as it seems

and is it easier to fall
the cracks are open on the floor
and is it so difficult to call
when your voice is a locked door

when angered minds are so shallow
why do we drown in the flow?
When Icarus wings can’t save us,
we all fall alone…

we all fall alone…

(C) 2012 allen simpson
inspired by the music of Diorama