Smoke spreads over this town,
Hoping to rinse away
The tart taste of my rage,
And the chaos you embraced.

I made you believe I slipped away,
Yet on the branches, in the air,
My steps mark the spot,
My face in every locale.

On this blue-stained slope,
Text covers the room's vastness.
Flickering shadows linger still,
In each hall and every space.

Wading through this passing times,
Feel my presence all around.
Here, there, everywhere near,
Still, you can't see me.

You thought I'd stay quiet,
Assumed it'd...