And she leaves you, sees you, weeping as you

thought you saw the storm, callous colours of
drawings

without seeing in, the negativity a lie and the
all

deluded moonlight prescribed screaming abyss that


mocks you until you don't know, while catagons

breed serpents and the sigils weep into snakes
and

the tyrant lost of the suns gaze seems to kneel

in a sand that they took away, only seeing what
you

are not too afraid to because it's all a nothing,
a

dreamscape void with wings and flight and he's
following,

they're mocking, he's following, run and
screaming through

as the temperament of linear dredging spirits
itself to the

flat our face of actually haunting a dimension,
and we

won't die, pain she said, and we won't die, cruel
she said

and we won't die

and forever.