On Thorns I Lay

The shade of love gives me, your hallucination,
I need to endure the solitude, this awfully screaming
To the sting of the atmost chaos,
where the primordial wichness is so hideous for description
The expression of her face, an expression of abominable malice,
and triumph into an old, oppressive house,
the accoustic illusions of the awfully...
Thundering panthymonium captured by horror,
everything around me appear like living blying image
(We build dreams to get her; if I could see the hapiness of soul,
as the rain from our sky is so strong)