Have you ever felt like you lost everything you’ve owned?
That there’s nothing in this world to possibly believe in?
that dreams, they’re lies.
But that shadows and hate are the pregnant mates over everything right, everything good.
Have you ever felt like burying yourself into yourself?
Have you ever asked yourself, why we truly cry, why we look at the sky?
why these haunting memories sting us?
In the raw filth of this world, there is nothing to hold dear, only soft shadows and the whispers of night.
There is nothing to believe in,
there was nothing in the first place to believe in.