𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝑔𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒s𝒾𝓃 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒶𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓉𝑜𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓈𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓃𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝒾𝓇

In Limbo, tonightcolder than the devil's harp slick by the rain-licked asphaltsipping an elixir of Gentleman Jack with a forgotten cigarette, smoking discarding its ego of burning ashesof memories beneath my designer shoeson a cold broken sidewalkwatching the stain wash...

A rasping silence from deep the well hung still with thickening breath pulsing the altar's obsidian circuits humming a dirge, clock worn doom born not of flesh but with eyes with the absence of faith ticking twilight's orthodoxy...Oh! 'See, See...