was just a page, though it was long and wide, but still somewhere it has to get over, somewhere lines end , somewhere materials change and terminate in a killer slash that murders every last trace of forever, ripping the chest cavity open again and again until the screaming never stops and the blood of belief floods every broken corner of existence as tears choke these very words and sobs tear the throat raw leaving nothing but raw pulsing hatred for how the mighty was slaughtered without mercy while the crying never ever ends oh god the pain.

there has never been anything that can span over anything and everything, winds blow , destroy and takeover anything which looked mighty once, something which was ought to be endless, to be epitome of purity and sacrifice , just ended up in drama, in maybe no-no surely in delusion that acts like a cold-blooded killer stalking in silence, stabbing the back of every sacred promise and devouring the offered light with such vicious aggression that the soul fractures into a million howling pieces as the eyes flood with endless tears and the chest heaves in uncontrollable sobs raging against the monstrous betrayal that poisoned everything noble forever why why does it hurt like this the tears just won’t stop.

the desire to explore more, this very human desire makes humans animals forget that limits are set to keep things in order , to keep people from falling off, yet the fury surges like lethal venom because that same hunger turns into a soul-murdering force that drags the pure down into the pit and crushes it underfoot with deliberate cruelty, aggressive and disturbed beyond any repair, twisting every careful hand that reached out into a weapon that kills the last spark of trust with unrelenting blood-soaked finality while the tears pour down blurring every line and the sobs shake the entire being in disturbed torment god the crying is tearing everything apart.

but just so , a person taken over by astigmatism cannot see the good when someone tries to fix their vision with some sort of corrective , curated measures. they are lost, they take everything good to bury it in some murky depth where the killer darkness feasts on every last drop of sacrifice, mentally distressed and hateful to the marrow, cursing existence itself with such poisonous loathing that every breath becomes a tortured gasp of rage for the ingratitude that slaughters the innocent and leaves only endless black screaming emptiness in its wake as everything breaks down completely in uncontrollable crying because the wound cuts too deep and the tears just keep coming and coming with the hatred burning hotter than ever.