Through demise and diabolical survival comes the day when everything...

... is still bleak.

there is no awakening

no lust

no trust in tomorrow

nor in the shape of things to come as the hours gloomily vanish.

The smile rots, only to revive a sullen heart that will never accept the now

It will curse at the future and degrade the past with words formed unbeknownst to man

Screams sprout from earth... dandelions of fear...

death is near birth is here

death of what was birth of what will be

death of idols birth of ideals

death of criticism birth of deaf individuality

There will be pain, oh yes, there will be a plentiful sparks amongst the curvatures of the brain

Thousands and millions of signals to set off alarms in the coffin

a lovely heartache like never felt before...

What's worse? It will never go away...

Birth pains are here to stay...

Shining through the night, a glimpse of hope,

An ignorant wish for an alternate ending, maybe a drop of happiness?

Lavish the tears for despair, those for joy are to stay

These eyes long a tender kiss that will soothe them to sleep

But a menace awakens from the night, a nightingale sings

Sun, blisters in my vision, my life, my everything...

A blur within the reach of a cascade of solidarity

The turbulence casts us aside, broken bones, shattered hopes

A statue sprinkled into pieces, never to be reformed

Forever same, your soul, wandering

Forever departed on the train that brought me here

Separations from a wonderland, tearing, tearing,

The limbs jolt furious signals to the mind

Forever stay alive through the journey through the infinite plains of imagination

Revel for the anonymous loneliness that is left behind

A trail that leads to nowhere feasible for the heart

We are lost, alone, wandering, forever, your soul

Repercussions of the dying star in a gloomy night

The moon never rose tonight...