To find the
essence of nothingness...

Belonging
to unbelonging...

I will return you
to yourself in the twilight...

Will not find like you.
Why do you bring...

Light the candle, I
fed creepy in the grey...

Time unleashed from ferrum
becomes pain...

You are not me.
It was not gentle...

The mess you made, was
apocalyptic...

The cat was finally
dead...

Ends did not meet, like beginnings,
fact was insulted by fiction...

The mood-lifters
you will need, when...

A machine pain,
scripts the name secretly...