The head too feels a cold rush like those cheeks of yours will never ever blush again; that the sun is a sin and yet it sets again.
Tears come to meet the pain, but the blizzard hand advances freezing it all to rain. Falls onto you like never before, this planet is are dungeon; can love give any more ?
Nothing is planned for it is just. Death must win and life must rust. Your friends will break it all again: rotting in eternal flames. Because it is written yes, it was said.
God almighty makes us dread his bony fingers slipping through the register of death holding captive every name and soul at rest. A simple word in a ****** book, is forever and ever there.
Miserable duplicates we have been, going about an earth of spleen, teeming through porous holes, scooping through life as would a mole. Reckless mammalian salesmen/experts, speaking, sleeping eating, and guessing in vain to someday meet his horrid train: If angels were men they'd be robots blinded by the barrel of a gun; fulfilling an order for order's sake flying about as they awake. All part of the cold infinite sludge; everyone an equal precooked piece of the holy celestial cake.
A bit pretentious, please close your eyes over the whole thing, Try to get the general image . Thank you