Grim disaster
broken end of the penalty of lost heaven uncertain
face disaster was only now hurts
transience memory is running out secretly
admires helpless emptiness spell out destiny
invariably has the last man
a seemingly wound sows
I see
rampant in the wine loses my face like ravens our absurd
transient
lost someone have a host of silent dissociation
madness to dream about the sun
flees secretly insidious...