Aerosol paint decorations covers the grey hall like draining faces on a bloody wall
A smell so noxious reminds of deathly cyanide gas
Light filtering truth covering dark windows also broken
Mother nature can't help you here
Industrial buildings past their usage grain still sprawls on the floor like memories of subordinates infected by asbestos
You leave your aerosol print on the wall and break stuff
It will last
It could last forever until the doomsday rips off
And the smell so noxious the fire burnt down furnitures the vandalized grain tubes still corrodes and will never give flawless peace in your mind.