Empty times swirl and boil. Desire to wretch. Ending soon to spoil and rot.
Ready the funeral. We’re tired of this.
Generations of feeling that all this is ours.
Piles of track to act as a mirror and still feel secure.
Darkness envelops the whole.
How will it feel? Dying with thirst. Shaking with fear.
Consume to death.
Consuming to die.
Subsuming the lie.
