favor the twilight citizen k
prisoner of the mundane arcade

walking in the shadow of your tears
collecting royalties in stained glass carriages
patriarch of the cinnamon occult
megaphones strain the delicate herd
we as king allow you to burn, as the light renders
the monochromatic frame
your arms bound to the
stage of diamond oak
colors animating flesh in black and white

a pall of iron weed
inside

we danced our death above
islands of chrome