And she leaves you, sees you, weeping as you    thought you saw the storm, callous colours of drawings    without seeing in, the negativity a lie and the all    deluded moonlight prescribed screaming abyss that    mocks you until you don't know, while catagons    breed serpents and the sigils weep into snakes and    the tyrant lost of the suns gaze seems to kneel    in a sand that they took away, only seeing what you    are not too afraid to because it's all a nothing, a    dreamscape void with wings and flight and he's following,    they're mocking, he's following, run and screaming through    as the temperament of linear dredging spirits itself to the    flat our face of actually haunting a dimension, and we    won't die, pain she said, and we won't die, cruel she said    and we won't die       and forever.