Calcinatio

All of the corroding cold, disfigurating and unyelding images that bring pain and despair to the world within my sight, swallowed by my touch, between my hearing, lingering in the smell I feel and burning through the flavour I can taste.

A mashup of ten thousand shattered and scattering mirror pieces without any consideration for the confort of a hurt heart.

The fire filled furnace of a land without faith, like a gamble made with a burning-red beast, hidden away on my endless abyss.

It all is taken away by the scorching blaze, nothing is left and everything turns to rightful ashes, towards the new beggining.