Golden dome
Taken by smite fire
From heaven
Hopeless
Wandering Drone
Empty sea shells
By the water
In Istanbul
But it might as well be anywhere
I dream of open wounds
In the sky
The colour of blood orange sand
Meandering by vessels shine
Black veins in the red spiral sky
And take in none of the colour
Remember every thought
Stems from the ancient first
This city will burn
And nothing comes after
Sit alone on the golden horn