• Bladed, Jaded
    by Leeny

    In the city, lonely streets.
    She's got blades, they'll go the mile.
    If you've got the time, the cash and the grind.
    Liquidate, concentrate, obligate.

    Planes flying high, the birds, they cry.
    Soaring eagle is cut from the sky.
    Sing it a song, comfort pains.
    Agony, tragedy, honesty.

    He sits alone, in a bar.
    His teeth flash and his eyes do too.
    Memories haunting him, everywhere these days.
    Monstrosity, civility, monogamy.