Sanoja: Converge. Petitioning The Empty Sky. Farewell Note To This City.

Disenchanting the romantic. This is the real, this is the shame. These limbs search feverishly for the gift of gravity. Coarse twine tears clean. And i have thought about this very instance for all time. Decades longer that you or I. Crimson comforting, scorching this flesh, giving its caring for me. And i have thought about these moments for all time. Dangling from a silver lining. These lungs welcome the crimson tides of misfortune. Hell to pay, this is my farewell to this city.