coming soon
i waited as long as the bolts and hinges are melted
and gates itself are сrumbled into decay
my fists are clenched by break erupting bones
my steps are stalled in ooze
coming

the rank smoke filled
i'm going to meet
the brother of sleep
the sisters of dream

soon
my bed is crushing into a sticky ashes
my eyeball's staring at me from the ceiling
my breath was intercepted a hundred years ahead
my words are lumbering off all cups and spoons
coming soon

through this wall of ink
i'm going to feel
the brother of sleep
the child of scream