So Much...

Could I Be... Likely... To Define Sceens... Even When My Eye's Bleed... Wait Up I Just Woke Up From This Blind Dream... Time Seem's.... To Be Behind Me... Like My Last Breath... Taken After Fast Steps... From Your Address... I'm On The Way To The End Of The Atlas... Imagine... This Passive Humor... Becoming A Colapsed In Tumor... I'm Pasted Tense Sooner... Then I Expect To Be... Intentionally... Remebering Dreams... Of Contestable Sceams... I Continplate... All This Hate... During These Modern Days... Counciousness Flows Beyond The Waves... In Witch We Call This Place... The Final Options Late... But I've Still Gotta Wait... Along The Gates... In Witch I'm Trapped...