Trespass

darkness as the sun proves under siege. undeclared reign on the one-way street, regretfully, the day is now over and nothing could ever matter when the waves have rose and all is still. sitting in the eye, the apple called, loud and unheard. muted by the voices in the head. perhaps as night looms, the voices will quit speaking in tongues and be quiet for once. it's been pouring so often these days, the road will soon take to flood and the little people, be trapped. perhaps though, it could be better this way, sitting in the silence of the underwater world.