The melting pots below, I have lived here a thousand years talking with the dead and known no end. The water compounding the silver nitrate, and consistent carbon used to further our understanding with the lives of inferno. A spectacle for the two to emerge as solid rust upon our skin, us as the slow statues of a long life waiting on our ambition to finally reach a destination, our still and chilled lives. Reacting with the chemical, we disperse, the thought from the body. Aligning the souls with a displacement of the released sojourn, amidst we slowly decay and rapidly regenerate, the low level to our sea vats boiled in GeForce to shockingly hold us to the ground. This state is about to have us all looking up. Our bodies cremated rock around curdled blood wrapping up the coil of the predisposed architecture of our analyzed coding embedded into the treatment of the vast and hidden section of the facility. The alarms blaring above us. A driven obstacle underneath the water, we panic for the last time knowing the path of suspended pain.
"Two above us." The cost of conscious clicks our memory models into enlightened auras. ˋFast footsteps.ˋ says another, while an other kicks the chains. Finally we've stayed with eyes shut because of the lack holding back the eerie body. "The drains have opened." says another in fright for losing his propellant, the meek meagre sod leaks out of our form but still with enthusiasm. "We'll know the surface." The red and gold sirens above light up as the facility's energy supply goes cold, no coal. "The light." It shines like the water. "The sludge has set."
The joy is what killed us. The sorrow is what moves the barrels. And acclaimed our heart's intent for serving the those above us.
Following the noise, alarming my blood. The man holds his heel stopping my bent pace from exertion. "The nitrous oxide is removing itself from your body, look." Tapping his glasses, signalling my face to look down at a time to remain inconspicuous. The glint of his spectacles is a sure-fire blind, while he lets a drop of blood go down a vat. He smiles between this moment of clarity and milded disposition of the apparent reason for reckoning, adversary, the system's sound is blaring. "Here." Takes wrist, splices veins, Connecting the tissue to a drip, the whole place gets heavier till I fall, collapsing from lack of blood flow, senses drained by nausea and the noxious fumes sends me through forth to the seat next to me. "Thank you, Dev. I'll have a place by your side, I'm sure."
I have him sit next to me, ˋWere all collateral damage now.ˋ Knowing my time is ending, I was only meant to keep one existing.