Blushing clouds crushing the pale skyvault
One the Behemoth, another the Bulwark
Flashing stars clashing the null sunbelt
One the reciever, another the repeat
Psyching dreams striking the lone mindspace
One the believer, another the braindeath


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Once you see it, don’t turn back. The seals of yours approval is bleeding through your isolation.
Once you hear it, don’t turn off. The bells of yours improval is screaming through your insulation.
Once you feel it, don’t turn numb. The strokes of yours instinctual is ...