The sun is sinking

The void, i know it

The silence curling

The weight is pressed into spaces built up inside

I watch the climate bury the silence

Everything dilates into her head

Something you don't [?] the time

I'm watching her mind [?] worship

The sign of something

Her vibe i'm never denying

Tastes the violet

Every sensation folds into viole(n)t

Cuts with your careless, stops and come running

Ending design, i have not decided