[THE STAGE]

This is the theater of the apocalypse, curtains drawn for tragedy. Even unspoiled Eden is a boundless void. I hide in this bliss of darkness from furious paradise. Like the march of starving beasts, grief has its devouring appetites. You left me in the euphoria of this shining universe now the skies are boundless voids and I am ceaseless hunger. In the asphalt seas I am running from desire again