Undone

as evening falls, I wistfully realize through haunted halls arise your cold eyes gliding and guiding me in disguise the procession takes on cliffs of Devon while felon is held in a Devil’s haven and judge is a raven of deadend heaven I find it amusing, how people are using their time for choosing rather than musing and I’m losing it like sick baby’s music it will all be undone, oh son one by one we’ll be outdone as we’ve begun we’ll all be gone everyone shut down on the run on the long long useless run