𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖌𝖊, 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗, 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉, 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘, 𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖔𝖜𝖓. 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖞 𝖔𝖗𝖇𝖘 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖞 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖒 𝖆 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍...

𝓘𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓭.𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓰𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓿𝓪𝓼𝓽. 𝓐 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱, 𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓵𝓵-𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓭. 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓱𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝔀, 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓽. 𝓣𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓾𝓯𝓯𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓪, 𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝔀. 𝓐 𝓢𝓽𝔂𝓰𝓲𝓪𝓷...

I look into your tear-some eyes with profundity. I scout with a penetrating gaze and see your realm of watery graves.   Those eyes of yours are the gates, beyond the reeking eyes is an abysmal mind.   The anguish welled within, there I meet you to bathe...