The body is paralizing. The air is too thick to enter. Most try to understand why they are born if they must die. Life seems pointless with an end. Most try to understand why they are born if they must die.
Life seems pointless with an end.
And the thirst,the need to unfold desire, Transforming it into a touchable object. How bitter was the taste of emptyness in our illformed mouths but it was natural as our ideas were based on wishes younger, Weed as fruits at first. We came to see the upper world. As a cat with her claws extended orchestrates a merciless grasp, weapons move damn swiftly in an attacking stance, ready to cut through and open doors grimson. And the thirst,the need to unfold desire, Transforming it into a touchable object.