an end
a stranger
proceed with caution
attend to danger
and the last breath
you remember.
A companion
the female
trying to sheild
the sky
from another soul
becoming liberation,
turning out
another star
in our universe.
Eventually never
you followed,
stagger,
the stranger
who happened
to turn the world backwards,
stopping you
from visiting
the edge.
The end of life itself,
what exists,
whose fake,
what dominates
in a world half baked.
Damned,
becoming
and exceedingly cursed
peice of paper,
held in solid fists.
He will not speak.