Set on

Wither away from a mind

Illusions and apocarps

Doming yourself from reaches
From light
Ranting a way through the world of manes
Too long for one word to come out to the air
Facing away above the end of all things to end
Cast outs, trembles and dead
All as one to everybody and no one
Ranting a way through the world of names

A cage for 25 million souls
Wile the rest of them are running around full of need
To come after selling them selves to the non
Like a crime to join a sensor being
Like a torment for endless vibes
That each of them sated themselves with love

Away from the cold
Ranged as the world you are so afraid from
Inside the flames of your heart you went
And found out that above all
You still can smile
And cry
For the entirely way