writhe to write the next suffering soul
of vast darkness there there in a hell
senseless suffering so suffers here
make sense of here and now

Bright is the sunshine on sunny days
dark is nights human generating hell
onto each other, so suffering
is but a human existence how,

might the sky illuminate vast hearts lonely,
in her crimson glow terminate the soul
into every cell, dying dying
each night alone   suffering.

suffering the end alone, alone
to be born into this, must mean
nature is cruel or yet, seeing
seeing trust in a plan I see see

Voids, of reasoning, no human equations
equal this dark or can ever see
all the light ever shone from every star
or every Meaning.