I'm not bitter, but I am melancholic.
My mind are tears turned to fabric
Reminiscent of the old and the new to turn
Out from the new horrid blackness to a seam
We are not bitter, but we are melancholic.
We are here for the purpose of trash.
Leaving things behind so it can burn
Into an incense for the cosmos to dream

NaaN (Now, always and Never)