wondering in the hollows of time, hand in hand with the death of the divine.

in this black and heavy, down through the center with eternal inplosion onto another.

it will pull you down to stay in the nothing, try to burn bright but there is no burning.

so many torchered screams with mouths of black, just to fall into the maw with no coming back.

you fall through the 8 into a deeper nothing, they sit there laghing as if they now what is coming.

you are now of "it" something that cant be defined, you are lucky, though you have lost your soul and mind.

the inplosion has become infinant, yet at the end. you start to burn just as bright, just as if you were at the outer end.