1. ISOLATION

The isolation clears and stretches long shadows
Masks...
Ashed wastelands
Devoid...
Bleak yet vibrant with plague
The construct as it stands permeates and engulfs all traces Of life,
Of a future...
Nothings escapes its grasp
Its purpose to isolate


2. ASHES

Staring from ashes
At weakening symmetry
Diagrams of failure
Stare back with blank eyes
The rot breaks
Swallows the last traces of us


3. VOID

The void calls us home
Vague contours beckon us to our last breath
Void...
Red whispers flow within
Inevitably we fade to shadows and graves


4. NO NAMES

There are no names in this pain
Endless cycles of energy
The hatred the bullet the animosity equates into nothing
Our last black breath
Our last dimming mark
Faded