Age of Silence - 90 Angles

It has been done! The return is completed! Now to grow fainter To be buried in soft shades of jade I used to like the rainfalls - to feel tender bites of grey city water on my white, clean face pure from the start - dirty to the end drawing diagonal marks - shutting me into a private prison with bars of water on skin The smell of wet asphalt always softened up a hard world 90 degree angles, shiny surfaces covered in dirt