Portraits of hesitation introduced my death sentence

Our burning bed slowly transforms into hell itself

The rot winds tightly around our chests

The macrocosm had never suffered like you and I

Nothing seemed enough to fulfill us once more

A timeless hole absorbed our shared secrets 

Vaguely absent, lost in the universe, 

Yet eternally damned to subsist in our insides

Our bones will vanish, but we will forever collide

Where matter does not exist, where there is no deterrent

I, willing to drown, while you frivolously refused to face the tide

And the depths, peculiarly condolent, found me forsaken 

Poisoned, saturated soil made our bliss wither

Infernal wounds did not allowed anything else to grow

Perhaps one day you will realize that our existence 

 could have been delightful even in the confines of unreality

        — ZCA