Trophy of Wasted Breath-MasseMord

immensity of glances at distorted fingers precisely drawling every scream with concern murderous words and strictly essential for to fill a black whole of hearts of a few with stench of lust once now with spikes of egoism I'm piercing all of these eyes worthy of those marble wounds villainy carved in paper human words against divinity and against notions to fall countless enormous spaces aquired before by thoughts perhaps written, trivial, repeated with difficulties I overcome and with greater effort I compose them in few known signs albeit I didn't want to get to know anything at all throughout my whole life sufficent was the acid that anaesthetizes absolves and puts me to sleep within horror where even though I am the sun I am capable of heating only other stars yet by rays of frost I'm craving to slaughter my own galaxy! how odd to you is the taste of this opium! while wisdom is completed with uncertainty yet not inborn and fed with anger but with bitterness that accompanies falling of every temple the falling of meaning above all therefore thick emptiness beyond first exhalation that should feed with hunger and answers not to come so as to absence of values of values deprive and make comprehension a trophy of mine trophy of wasted breath.