Foreshadowed in the movement of one thousand souls crashing down toward a bitter reincarnation
The body, feeble and frail and prone to movement, wretches itself forth and extends in exhausted agony
reaching, forever reaching toward some kind of physical solace
desire and satisfaction mark its exterior, raize the vessel to total visual distraction
render the character useless, personify the mind to the unknowing eye
seeking its own destruction, breeding cycles of sickness and absurdity, insomnia and reckless dishonor
preparing the self for eternal life
cataclysmic anhiliation, the sun will not rise tomorrow unless this ceases to begin to-day