Awaking in the cold,
Forgotten in the lingering fog,
Like a slimy frog’s hair split sixfold,
Finer than polluting smog.
Left in a burning ring of lies,
Smothered in dreamless sleep,
Like a dying fox's blind eyes,
As night crawlers slowly creep.
And now it all seems,
Useless in the end,
Like a shy bird's broken wings,
There's no time to mend.
Damned to merciless adaptation,
Deserted to haunting mutation.