The Adjuster

Running

Leaving traces of black tar 

And insomnia running on your face

Dark circles encircling your fate

When you walk by, you terrorize the stars

Swallow the flies

Gobble down your own lies

And caress the view of your past

The green speckles of your blues

The pale moon on a cruise to bad news 

Your latin words and academical endurance of sin

That only litters the heart of your thrills,

Your morals were spent on diamonds

And your inner dormant infant

Accumulated a lack of love for wealthy reasons

You are a shy fog

Not daring to blur the view for anyone

But you'd rather explode in the air

And get drunk on a fake name