I'm the sorrowful circumference of everything nothingness,
Night swimming in perplexed psychosis and paranoia amiss,
Sour patch grimace stifling posture,
Behold the flames of yesterday's meeting of love gone autumn,

Cut and paste alertness to server overtime,
Digging up a grave for my hollow mind,
The midnight hawk glides over blank terrains,
And inserts its abstract provisions and declare it's his domain,