i have witnessed my own decline as a part of this constellation of falling and wounding how to release with a need to estrange and a barren struggle to recommence vitiation cycle - an impromptu fall life's borders desecrated it's all so visible yet so unalterable i have desocialised down in the dirt finding solace in the fading of this vision of inner chaos beyond all voices a hoarse noise coming to an end the past is dead! this shroud of silence covers all for what is dead will never dream again praise the decay of everything...