Duodontis 85:61

The walls are weakening; I feel it constantly... the subtle shifts of paradigms, the malignant feelings that hatch as visions before our eyes, the scurrying of rats behind the walls seeking cracks in the fixtures and holes in the insulation. Locks rust and surfaces leak, and we are forgotten. THEY get closer every day while others move beyond the point of retrieval. The only way to bring back the latter, the ESSENTIAL,is to ignite the smoldering flame of age old passion, -of nature!- back from whence the sands of industrial evolution doused it. But that Right has been forgotten, nay! condemned, and with it so have we. It's only cold here; they trap me as they always do.
The frost bitten landscape reflects only the desires within, and the desires are nothing more than empty shells of lives that have passed on and bodies that have rotten. My body has died and rotten a thousand times over, and yet it never stops rising. It's only a life, it's but a minute. Everything ends in decay.