And she leaves you, sees you, weeping as you thought you saw the storm, callous colours of drawings without seeing in, the negativity a lie and the all deluded moonlight prescribed screaming abyss that mocks you until you don't know, while catagons breed serpents and the sigils weep into snakes and the tyrant lost of the suns gaze seems to kneel in a sand that they took away, only seeing what you are not too afraid to because it's all a nothing, a dreamscape void with wings and flight and he's following, they're mocking, he's following, run and screaming through as the temperament of linear dredging spirits itself to the flat our face of actually haunting a dimension, and we won't die, pain she said, and we won't die, cruel she said and we won't die ...and forever.