There it is.

An enormous dark-

yawning mouth is ahead-

of me.

I'm standing with-

a frantic heart as-

the purified body of-

mine is on the verge-

of being cast into the whole-

where the deadliest sins celebrate-

the dawn of red revolution.

Whilst I close my righteous eyes-

with no assumption,afflicting murmur-

is heard as it is accompanied by-

the rising exasperating crescendo.

A bolt from the blue,the amalgamation of the-

euphoric foe and the agent of agitated depression-

allows the phenom of bruteness make his presence felt.

Without raising my eye browns, he drags me all the way-

down to the Valley of Icy-Hearts.