The Unseen

My dogma

A trait of this war

Leads to an endless oblivion

I can't see beyond this fixation

As it gouged my eyes outI'll fall

But never hit the groundAbolishing gazes surround me for I am not atonedPranayma

Now help me breathe

Gasp the last bites of air from this cellar

My lungs constricted by anticipation

As I prepare to enter the other sideI'll fall

But never hit the ground

I fall

But never hit the groundConstellations disappeared through suffocation

Air vanished through the hole

Let to rot eternally in dimensions beyond unreal

Hell is around the corner

And already hereThis is the autobiography of a murderer