perpetual percussions signals the onset of the annihilation of my unconcious state i awake between death in this liminal verse i am only senses now i can trace inhuman constellations with my eyes closed for they exist only in my own isolated darkness
i see mutations of identities i may have once conversed with but i know them no longer for they are dancing unearthly dances and they inspire my escape from myself
i see the birds, the birds in the sky, that is no longer a sky in fact they are not even birds, for they are empty and blind they are wraiths doomed to encircle the withering skies in their meaningless sojourn they cry but i hear them only in my heart