Full of Hell -

Under electric hum and drain, there wakes the rustle and creak of crickets' whisper. The whisper; a shudder of regret and forgetful benevolence. The roar of engine and wheel, of metal and beam and a sigh long bereft of grace. I, the fucked to death remains of discovery. Perched amongst the wake of attrition and the fade of the Earth. The fucked to death remains of discovery.