Fire exposed my bright eyes, the cool flames extinguished my hell. What a surprise, that i see, another dark hill to lead me. To the door that doesn't stop turning. And if time keeps moving forward and backwards, i can't hear the thoughts that crack the bell. So catch that handle and see for yourself, that we're all dead to start with.
A purgatory of thoughtlessness, and realization of loneliness. Where consciousness takes the chord and tugs you down. Will you be seized by yourself or someone else. Will lips move or thoughts be found. You seem to be an empty space of sound, and a character that's blended heat. But don't fear for everyone gets picked one day to fulfill their destiny to consume another spot in misery. From a bucket disliked by the world, fall on the ground. Lost in a puddle of no mans history.