Failure

Green waves rippled from effect

From the blast of inward motion

The tides is out from defect

And the mass gets denser from lack of emotion

Can you see a future

Through the haze of the gusting winds

That threateb to obliterate all

With its mounting watery wall

To spurn the slime and wash anew

A surface so clean

Untextured green

Too late to turn back

And start out again

Complete total failure

With nothing we lack

Eventually thought we could have won

Fuck it all, this is it, we are done