I lay in my empty thoughts, my skin ablaze with curiosities of foreign experiences, my eyes grazed the empty plane that lay before me. For my breath was a tomb for the unforgiving cycle, i dreaded my return to the eternal living. For the blazing warmth’s plaguing the sky brung me no consolation, they too soon sizzled out, a whisper of smoke in a gasping realm.

Fated to be smothered by the ink stained tongues.