To draw, one breath. To break the pattern up, countless vacant fragments.
Sharp, they are but we know, we feel nothing.
Drop your feelings, lose yourself. Delusions are welcomed, cherished.
The lies are your friends. Dont acquit them.
Empty your cesspool, drain it. Dry. Barren wasteland, ready. Willing.
Tombstones trap the runaways. There is no turning back.
Do not be afraid. Embrace the dark.
Its only here to hide you. You dont want to be seen, do you.
Claim the offal human being. Its yours, for now.
Its still dead alive, it moves with you, for you. Enter.
Time is scarce. Sacred. Needed.
The rhythm you keep is tiring. You race, to breathe..