the machine cryed, remember when it was real, how long ago was that, vivid memories cloud the turning point, the horrible turning point, it must have come across, after fog lifts off, meanwhile imagine, bliss, under bliss, he bleeds old scars reform, memories they haunt, so happy, yet guilty, the outcome is troublesome, why is it troublesome? afriad that someone would be secluded, sedatives harness nothing, afterwords we are to afraid to shine, days and months, cuts and tears, let's hope you're not too late, the dark hides, when they find you, it hides your dead guilt, digging the hole deep, creeping woods over soil, abandonded storage space, nice little boxes, time drives out, time jabs in. containitng regret, it always hits you one day, even when you're laying in sand, begged yourself to die in august, marched on blades through the fall, never set examples bases on beautiful shine, I'll take it back, the machine can eat it, eat your fucking glimmer.