Sky cracking under a deathly scream
of a heart weight by regret and sorrow
unable to deny the hopeless tomorrow.
This existence – an awakened state
in a torturous fever dream.

There is no downward ascension,
on the path paved with the bones,
of the forsaken and dead.

Nothing awaits beyond
the nauseating mists of eternity…
A disappointingly monotonous
tunnel of darkness without
end…