Transcendent Depression in the Sands

Slits run deep in my skin I cannot bleed anymore The deepest love I’d known The deepest of my rapports I have lost...I am with empty hands And through the gaps fall the sands That were once my monolithic passions Under the putrid sky Nothing makes sense anymore Not any more sense; my senses, vanquished, By disquietude in my mind Mindfucked is my already fucked mind Strange shapes, tetrahedrons converge to my eyes Depth perception is forgotten; I zone out into another world...