Enfeebled swarms of the blind man | |
Desolate is the horizon | |
The antidote has been poured in glasses | |
The coma for the hexaeon | |
Generations falter | |
Lurid eyes beyond their backs | |
As snake come slithering | |
To smother their necks | |
A work in slumberland | |
Visions immortalized | |
Through vigilance | |
Dreaming of hexaeon |