There is a distant pain in my stomach.
There are pencil marks on my abdomen,
There are bloodstains on the paper.
The napkin is covered in soot
and cities are burning in my mouth,
rubble is trickling down my throat

I am choking on burning skyscrapers.

The state of my teeth are maintained by wildfires
and the four horsemen drink my tears for life.
I am slowly going blind because the nephilim are descending
and they are peeking into my pupils like the void will answer them.

There is the supernova of life in the distance…
There is the man who reset it all.
There is the light of those that shine,
The darkness crawling away.

I am choking.
I am choking.