Abyssus Abyssum Invocat

To write , a word, then another... insufficience hurts. A tear, tearing the skies open, rested on my forehead. Skin my soul, take my dreams, bury my ashes of stars under the light. We've never cried together, we've never answered these prayers. Disgusted, my thoughts have crawled away into the garden of my apocalyptic darkness. One hell summons another... The incessant disambiguation of my lowest circles spirals violently within. Don't gap! But I scream... Don't fill! But I choke... Morose stars glimmer too far to be seized, and the pigeons, too white to be innocent, have been murdered by gravity.