Endostatic sunshine
An amorphous sound blast heeded
By the dying legions of the unborn
Ectoskeletal convulsion
The masses gagging in ecstasy and the high
Dancing, because it's all we've left
Cold--
And we've lost our sense of time
Direction
No one left to catch the Fallen Ones
Falling towards an abysmal darkness
That none hos reached the bottom of yet
And those farthest down have been falling since the first breath of creation
Where is the sun, O careless Master?
The slave cries out...
And acidic rain pelts his flesh
Th slave huddles in a forgotten corner of time
And the spiders weave their webs
And take their fill
And drink life from the wasted veins.
