phantasmagoria

Walking through a worn out cityscape
mixing my mad plans to formulate
a better way to facilitate
my escape from this fuckry place

Estate rooftops silhouette the moon
lost in strange thoughts im marooned
in lifes phantasmagoric cartoon
i should leave now or sometime soon.

Back streets lamp light, reincarnation
white eyes in the skies form constellations
nocturnal mood swings in oscillation
Great British land of malformation

Alone seeking silent answers from within
mist hugs the ground, expiate me from sin
fuck knows where to end
fuck knows where to begin
stream reflections, broken faces
me? ive never recognised him