Such intense pounding in my head, no thoughts to waste.
Falling and falling anormally giving place to rest.
Opening the eyes in a strange beautiful place.
And this hideous pounding comes from outside the head.
The sound, the pounding of chaotic waves.
It's dark, more light! But the sun doesn't shine there.
Surreality of scenes, so many beauty erased.
Destruction I will face...
Escaping the waves...
Escaping the fate...
Monuments at earth's edge...
Collosal architecture of plagues!
The virus plague of illusions within,
And the designer blinded by his own ink.
Consumed by chaos, by a deadly feel.
By designing architectural fears.