Pain Of Existence

Hidden people seem to see

The way I cook the brain of thee

Sepai print of hunting dogs

Pointing out the unseen clocks

There I find myself in sorrow

Nothing's left for my tomorrow

Distorting rage of nameless people

A dark blue line of licking nipples

Hard to get from the unknown

Eyes work hard with tears that drown

I take control when

I will peer

I see the pain of northern fear