Shrapnel launched unendingly
From rivers abound, filled of lava
Frostbitten from the fires of life.
Undeath found in cemeteries
Of the solemn sleeping sorrows:
There crying from lampshade,
Emanating twisted human forms,
As humans as they are,
As monstrous as they are,

Gluttonous and hungry;
Hungry for fuel and fire
Ingesting ice from dried canyons.
Deserts that always were
As though they never were:
Oasis never found, but illusory,
As the shape of nothing manifests
And their future confounded,
Lost themselves in emptiness.