Raining hearts falling to hell's escape.

They only open for the empty white doves.

Aurora's reign from above,

But some colors are missing...

Where is the black stripe?

The imperfection?

Hast thou prepared for thy resurrection?

...

I see silence thicker than ocean depths...

The pressure swarming passed thy lungs,

And filling them with rue...

Such a sticky goo.

But to who...

Who am I to lay discernment upon the eggs of many?

Who am I to even look in the direction of the raven?

This universe isn't a safe haven...

Stars covering black holes that swallow your existence whole.

Hidden milky ways covered in death...

Planets covered with mustard gas...

Don't you see it now?

Mystery has surpassed humanity since the beginning of time.

Closing doors that it knew we would never open.

Even death can't keep the toll.

But with the birth of vultures...

It'll find its domain.