Submerging Into Delusional Silence

The Saddest Part Is When We Quit

Bewildering Variations of the Self-Mutilating Tricks We Play With Obsessively to Fool Ourselves Into Believing That We Are Better Than Everyone Else

Eternal Fragments of Interplanetary Glaciers Breaking Into Cosmic Smithereens, Carrying Particles of Every Manmade Hope Ever Dreamt Of, Like God's Charcoal Figure With Muscular Hands and Feminine Brows, Interrogating the Fallen Angels About the Bitter Fate of Humanity Out of Despair to Fix Creation