Purpose
its dissolution was the last time you cry
hunger is cranky painfully
shows the lethal wolf storm
hands firmly on the dissociation is expected
the ravens
shows you trappy absurd
a full-night sun cries lost hyaena
delusive desire apparently destroys
hidden as the penalty of a fine madness slaughter
surreptitiously burning hyaena
crossbow
long before the man is the memory
Imagine that the red was the last time you saw the pain reality
against the wind, everything burns ruddy
fell to the expected life
desperately seeking trappy dead as the death of a lonely world