Cyanide

The importance of being idle lies in the shadowy feelings of the secret embrace.

We've sailed the seas of grief on a raft built with our tears. We looked for a way to disappear for a moment from our deepest fears.

I didn't know until that moment. It was a one last quest from the corpse of cyanide sun.

Keeper of secrets, keeper of many things, don't let me get cemented walls over my painted ceilings.

Feelings, layer over layer, every layer keeps secrets from each other.

Underneath the cyanide sun.