The scent of morbid gloom

A verbal revolution with infinite possibilities Lash out and curse the soil beneath me I am the overwhelming encounter of death I am not simply complicated I am however justified in my context The world is doomed to forget everything that the past has made them regret Forfeit all falsified prophecies and stay silent Not all explanations bring forth enlightenment Lay in darkness Smell the scent of morbid gloom Touch the air with your fingertips Taste the purity of serenity Never again will it be present Rest in vagueness Look at me and realize Never again will you understand why