Craft Leaving The Corporal Shade
Amidst the desert of humanity sits a man on the floor of
a sickly lit room. Beneath his feet are pools of blood
leaving the corporal shade. His mind is a neutron star.
In his mind the walls are birthing thorns. Leaving the
corporal shade. To pierce and break his troubled corpse.
There is laughing in the distance. This is life? Amidst
the desert of humanity, in a pool of blood, leaving the
corporal shade, dies a man with a crystal mind.
