frameshift-mutating vengeance throughout this dying time tragedies exalted, elegies are no crime a silver-glass-projection – of ideology a fever-caused injection – of stupidity
what if I chose to cease all killing style? drowning faith at death’s door for a while beyond this bitter option there’s no salvation now
with a smile…
contempt of spawning sorrow, but in the end it’s fear conspiracies implanted, everything’s so near exploring unknown regions, never seen before entangled here in after, tormented to the core
seeing…the unseen hearing…the unheard
regain access to the tree of life your first choice into another future an enigma of shadows a legacy of shame a mirror of night’s glamour an infernal horde of pain
I am the pain inside when our feelings collide in all redemption in all rejection