a gentle night awaken by ambient karma innocent windows rattle in the wind wails soon turn a dark soulful music tears soon stream in eased abundance afar off, thick oil stains the white balcony closer, a pool of clotted blood lies stagnant inside, the gold is almost fully rotten out there, the black hawk scavenges its fill necks don't feel their heads anymore legs are relieved of their burdensome bodies the veins need not let things run through since here the pumping hearts cease beating