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.