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...