Scattered
By Twilight Courier
Looking into the origins of the subculture
She had lost her soul long ago to their marketing schemes
And noticing her hips as her dress fell everywhere but off
He then withdrew into the hermitage to eat a healthy diet of oats and fungus
But not before committing to spectacular changes
That would bring the evocation of gentle strings
Screaming
Like a noxious renegade
Shifting gears
To try and deal with the pandemic blues
Until his second departure would mean leaving once more