Cruelty Meticuously Written

The aesthetic waves
of twilight''s wrath

Sweeping over the aura

Forced by the pressure
Down to knees
Hands held high, stertched overhead

Soul washed from the
Vessel with
which is with life

You hold within
suspended, it
slowly dissipates thin

Into the terror filled air
leaving you void and empty

Now to wither
like the dry flora
of a desert

Vain are the sounds
that come forth
from the mouth

The ones you helplessly utter

But awe
the aesthetic waves
with burned

pale eyes

your body goes
into the black

That is the
thesis of
cruelty written