All lights went out above the wasteland
The atmosphere was penetrated
By falling star-kin cast to dust
That glare like pieces of broken glass
In veins
I feed the self-encompassing chaos
I devour the shift of permanence
I long for stationarity
I long for the change to come
The sky was illuminated
Blazing trails of light were torn
The past replaced by new-formed bodies
Not of light but dirt and mud
Of rains
I see my own thoughts rotting dissolved
I disguise my fear and disgust
I have to find a reason to be
I long for the change to come
Change must come
The sky was illuminated
Blazing trails of light were torn
The past replaced by new-formed bodies
Not of light but dirt and mud
Of rains
