This is...
The depth of the beginning
Where it will reform
Suffocating and drowning
Again fear seize you
Hold onto the last shred of consciousness
Find yourself in shackles and sink
You are dissolving
Scatter your final thoughts
Which will be washed away by the current
You can hear them, you can feel them
The harmonic requiem that prays
The satisfying convulsion
Towards the crimson amniotic coffin
It will be over, soon...
It is confined in a tiny minute shell, still insignificant
It will just flow to search for the place of beginning
Lovely little bubble drifting deeper within
The life temporarily leave you
A beatiful canvas of grotesque arts
The speck of white fleeting beings are forgotten by the waves
Lovely minute being
Ah, I long for you...
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