Abyss
Abyss
Plugs and soap don’t care to fix you.
Fighting traits, mutate inside you.
Chairs and plates don’t want to feed you
Desperate thoughts, reside within you
Cars and forks don’t want to help you
Secret endeavour, destined to kill you
People and pears don’t really love you
Elixir power, the green grass beside you
Sukhbir Hothi