Adjusting the Dial - with AfterSexDilemma

The gossipers of the clouds
rain down dark's cacophony  
Leaving me alone; covered in agony
neath the veil of twilight's shroud
Adjusting the dial to a new sound.

Listening to narcissistic gossipers pound
cued in amongst the symphony.
Agnostics and mannequins confound
as indecent as they are proud
Like a two-toed sloth of the epiphany

Inside the mockery of their frown
wound among the gossipers in infamy
A loneliness intensified by the clouds
buried in a salinity of dark infinity
A promise to search the lost and found