My landscape of truth-
Your maniac grace
Estranged
As a victim
Of power cut maze
I stumble,
Things crumble
And stop to exist-
Past flooding
The blood;
You know,
I resist
Sing grace
If I die in my sleep,
Sing grace
For still waters
Run deep;
Keep safe,
Play it cool,
Stay away…
And then
There is nothing
One day