– in beautiful sutra –
I am the dying flower
My binary, a baby-child that became
Your cosmic, Gaia sings to me as a ghost
In the melody; I wish I was alive, it says
But I know, such fate does not exist in my path
I am for eternal, I have fallen and failed
I am a ghost, I no longer exist as you do
An echo of an abyss, my forsaken shell
In nature, take me to my burial
Through spike-chains of heaven and hell
My thrust is of another space, too ethereal
To the death, golden sands, let me burn as the sun
Maximized Iron-Age course in my […]