Ashen mist surrounds my corpse. The flesh is but a vessel. The elements orbit violently along the edge of a blade. Mortally wounded. Fatally fucked. Clinging darkness covered in lies. Rabid animations
claw out my eyes. Life drains with vampiric force. Diminished halls of light. Engulfed in locusts. Scorching my soul. A fog-ridden twilight. Downward spiral. Bestowing spirits with whispers from the void. Aimlessly drifting to eternally destroy. A regretful morning in the wake
of this tide. Everlasting drought. Cryptic sunset rise. Grave dissension. I will be the swarm. Casket shaped vengeance, tired and worn. Going nowhere, perilous, dispel. The only exit is death itself. Death secretions from the netherside. Demonic nuclear fallout. Nothing will survive. Breathing in stardust. Paradisal frost. A majestic disaster. Crestfallen. Looming Dusk.
