Undead in time will
rise to follow.
Inside the horizon's
prediction where
we're lost in nothing
that can be told.
Understood because
to them I left
and in death it would
have been less painful.
What can be told?
When none listen but within
I find the truth harbored
over a lifetime that will
rise to follow
a new order. They remain
living in vain while
deeply it stops beating.
Almost expected but completely
unpredicted this way.

Inside her eyes
I am heartless
Testing the theory I was
brought to my knees
shaking and realizing
She is right. And since,
through the eyes
aim for logics, the head, my mind
is the only way
to **** me.
And so the threats begin.