SoC 3:1

Below Diagonal

sat back flat down to the concrete floor his entropy seeks to build only small wounds of life.
hidden from a maladjusted not quite winter night he devoutly stutters monolithic forgotten truths between the marching retreats of a not so innocently malignant people.
the synthesized man plays out an inaudible sound of failure through the bad acoustics that track your life.
he is the architect of a re-negotiated dream and all of the things you sleep to forget.
ignore his subtle cry and put a quick in your step for your next train leaves in 2 minutes.