Nexialist waves of sorrow for my lost Love. My dark Lady dances like sparkling black fire. Lightnings upon Her flaming hair made of steel and titanium. Her heart is my eternal universe of burning darkness, up to the extreme boundary of the dying quasars.

Broken sentences, black pit of fears grown into the cranial bone of a thoughtless giant. A book was stolen by an army of cosmic dwarves, thousands of archan answers encrypted in its runic scripts.

Metastasis of azure dreams in the poisonous oceans of metallorganic nightmares. I'm sinking deep into the embrace of a carnivorous flower created by horrorific galaxies, I'm flying like an invisible nanorobotic arrow breaking this weird heaven of venom.

We fell from the Heaven of Glass, alas! We were Angels, now we are damned into the deepest Inferno. The Principle of Fire, the Ossop, this is our painful prison.

My heart is plundered like a broken land of conquest. Maggots are flourishing around my pericardium.

I found a violet worm inside the black sands of my lost nightmares.

The Birds of Death fly around me, in the deep Netherworld. Shadows of shadows surround the echo of my ghost.

Flowers of decay illuminate my plagued mind, shining black like crowns of posthuman sorrow. Rebirth of sunken memories, carving mazes on my cryptic heart made of carborundum.

Melody of crackling skulls, on the border of a dying quasar.

It's creeping in my brain. It's a cybernetic bug made of half-living metallorganic titanium polymers.