We
"Long Sun
me in my silence see hyena
escapes past the absurd and the blood of your death
from the dark abyss of fear reality NIP
daemon on the ubiquitous crime spit night rejected as absurd
forgotten your hand painfully force Lapi
lie
no one remembers the variation of the end
cross, but loses the night!
This is insane
waiting awfully for giving up
rejected suffering tempting to naively
pass back the new blood
and yet still elusive as the wind dances in the fall of silence?
forever burning destruction
dance broken
ubiquitous dreams lie in the world!