Dustbin
Istasha
Feet up
Left out
Merged with morbid grounds
Harvest
Protest
Speak out of rusted mouths
Delve down
Dried trees part
And don't tell
And don't tell at all
Mean tread down
Stare in the raw third eye
Treason guise
Guided in a sea of vile
Though it never wanted
Thought it never wanted to perceive the sight