Vendôme

  Assurance, does it serve for eons to come? This great blue embraces me When it all goes wrong Do I loath indolence, or do I loath inconsistency?

A sole light strip down the eerie elevator, the buzzing noise from the source persists as it was not a shelter from the permeating summer. He and I, we are not acquaintances. His infiltration was wordless, timeless, and artless--- even if the steel surfaces morph into mirrors, the sentiments across his brows were not known. The lights continue to flicker in the enclosed chamber, mocking the episodic nature of his happiness. Who understands you better than I?  The descension begins, likening the motion of hearts sinking. Seldom are people plagued by the silence, but hear its echoes from the depth of the society's wallows! It does not triumph the quivering earth below, but whose destination is it? Three lovers, three deaths, and now three hundreds meters down. Measured footsteps trace into the frightening night, wisps follow the accelerated movement. When you resurfaces from this world within a world, your name would be carved upon a stone.  The ascension begins in the same elevator-