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.