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 Nothings 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
sepai, nipple, distorting, cook, hard