you can’t gnaw from the outside in, when the world is quaint and you’re freezing in sin and darkness falls from the east suffocating the west and the end calls from the deepest wilderness like a lonely wolf the debris of truest paradoxes the kiss of undeath i follow my mind on the steepest paths through otherworldly traps and boxes and we sink into the comfort of our thoughts because the world as we know truly is not let your voice rise up let it echo the blackness let it scream of silence