DESCRIPTION:
Insouciant planet. Rotated silently. An obstinate axis. Trifle to me.
Not a drop of dignifiance has yet fallen from the sooty skies above.

Awake in this abyss. I murmur a prayer and wait for the sun to hover.
Just as to mock me and make believe. Hope doesn't hurt.

Rivulet of saline. Scalding tears on my face. Damped and deadened. My quivering lips.
A gust of wind. So cold. So sad.
kissed my skin. I shivered within.

I gruel... To look through the other side...
Of the glass that reflected my face.

I bellowed... what I have seen is not what I have wanted to be.

Deafening silence. Screaming enormously.
I cowered and watch my hands clench tightly.
Befuddled. In pensieve. If you coax just to hoax...
Then your smile's a flout. Do I still have to doubt...

Awake in this abyss. I murmur a prayer... And wait for the sun to hover...
Just as to mock me. And make believe. Hope doesn't hurt.

You were the immortal creation who dug my grave.. And recomposed my mortal shell. Every time I got consumed.
Piece by piece... By nightmare and hopelessness... As I lie half-conscious and helpless underground. The unawakened earth of dead dreamers...

I shall open my eyes... And rise above my grave.
Walk... And never look back. This new life's my pact.

I found myself... Among the dregs... Filtered by fear... And flaw... Through wild waters of agony. Now I am cleansed... And I feel precious again.

I've been wretched... But never be writhen by these poignant pangs of frustration... Nor another death demurely fashioned. I resurge... And I redefine pain.

Demise... Of delusion...