You stayed forever indebted, home-stuck sticky! Nirvana-son of misfortune, nesting for nothing! Nobody's chase! You have long since denied yourself from the Executioner Squadron and the future-marchers have left it here as prey! In the catacomb flights of your cut-off dreams, like watchful moles, you often wander in disillusionment with yourself! Dying despair also seems to be deliberately overwhelmed; you couldn’t fit in between superficial worlds! No one can comfort your bloodthirsty eyes crying on a bag!
 
The petrified seal of the collected footprints will continue to bleed in your heart in a drum! "As your eternal companion, eternal fear and dreadful doubt still strikes you!" You deliberately don’t gass before dressed means! You may have had enough of squeaking in front of a lot of forbidden doors and stigma padlocks: as a selfish recidivist, you can't get your shadow-loving, redeeming loneliness from happiness either! "Superstitious deer eyes would call you desert spawning lights to give a shadow to your heart!"
 
On your knocking window, the Silence Seekers are waiting for you as a dense mass of nights at night! - Used personality traits like ragged seizures lurk in a pile! He whispers before sweeping secrets and then captivates the unsuspecting; silence still anchors in restless hearts! By pulling on invisible antennae needles, how can sincere trust be achieved?! Savior, love urge?! Gemstones raised from stone terrify awake-cheeky walkers hiding in night robes! "It's a long-learned mimic of playful ease."