Everything nulled in a burial ,
the waves well versed in smothering rocks peeled the skin off as the man walked through the sand ,
following are those shadows of infinite past, blinking under his eyes the torment shouted liberation,
no man believed the words ,yet intrigued the ways how loss could turn into a long pathway to unending quest for relief ,
if all that needed was relief ,why would anyone bear it in instance ,
pain never qualifies to be past or present ,it's flowing within ,screeching inside millions of heads to kill its host .

@iamkric