Life will rise again from those falling wombs.
I've watched my lovers dancing on the verge of insanity, and I've witnessed their departing numberless times.
Days have granted me the curse of immortality to witness y'all dropping like yellow leaves embracing the wet soil, vanishing time after time.
I'm on a quest seeking your nearness; I'm on a quest to find you, the never-ending you.
How many brides do I have to devour?
And you keep on rising.
Searching for you makes me a monster.