The aesthetic waves
of twilight''s wrath
Sweeping over the aura
Forced by the pressure
Down to knees
Hands held high, stertched overhead
Soul washed from the
Vessel with
which is with life
You hold within
suspended, it
slowly dissipates thin
Into the terror filled air
leaving you void and empty
Now to wither
like the dry flora
of a desert
Vain are the sounds
that come forth
from the mouth
The ones you helplessly utter
But awe
the aesthetic waves
with burned
pale eyes
Vanishes
your body goes
into the black
chaos
That is the
thesis of
cruelty written
meticulously
forever
