The hands of mercy, shattered by the weight of an invisible storm, secrete despair into the cracks of existence.

Petals torn from the soul's desert rose, scattered into the infinite wind, bearing the scent of destruction.

Words unravel, trembling, like wounded birds on a forgotten page, as if being watched by unseen eyes.

Her womb, a dark garden, blooms secrets steeped in shadow and fire, infidelity the key to its forbidden growth.

The drug, a serpent of cold synthesis, coils through trembling veins, pushing the mind above and beyond the limits of sanity.

An apology exhales, faint and futile, dissolving like potassium permanganate crystals in water, purple haze trailing into nothingness.

Above, fireworks fall, burning the sky with the grief of silent stars, destruction written in their fiery descent.