Hold me up to the flame! To bleed for all eternity, until
the well of my existence runs dry. I let the cold wind
brush across a tired featureless expanse, fixed upon a
darkness rising, crippling my lungs. Lines breed across
the landscape, strangling all that’s left alive. It has
just begun. Eternity begins with the first verse. I run
from every shadow, as they lunge toward me, gripping the
nothingness I leave behind with so much strength. I can’t
breathe anymore, and I won’t until I reach the dawn; I
was the day the dead were chasing, now I walk among them