Shout 1824
to death
fear of someone dreams
Is not this the irony of fate that I meet?
and if a disaster of a full-time KPI disaster as a raven?
crow night it hurts again
past alone kills secretly fear
I see how the hand loses treacherous collapse
ephemeral past kills hypocritical absurdity
awareness of the appalling loneliness of someone sees punishment
go in your riven cloud
mortal sky after a storm before the...