between the buried and me
all bodies
We all create this imagery. We all increase this lunacy.  Floating, melting open sores for exploration  Exploding worlds surrounding imaginations?  This will conclude our story the first date  Of existence seems to be changing we are their property,  We are their slaves, we surround all bodies focus-time stands still   Keeper of the stars, I hope to never find We are just mortal souls left to die.  We all create this imagery.  We all increase this lunacy.  All Bodies  Contortion   Ego controlled killing the tables have turned  Obviously a poor creature of existence  We die one by one we overlooked our control fire  Swarming, engulfing, transforming human restoration incomplete the end.   This beautiful scenario can't last forever  We must go see the conclusion  Starting a new species, classify nothing  Life grows with trees on high nature create this mechanical lust  Nature form this force fed trust cancellation motivation creativity We will soon live in peace we will soon die in peace.  All Bodies  Contortion