Blackness is here;
leaves are fallen;
Walls with motes
sleep is calling
It says; you are wrong, you are nothing
quit bothering the world.
Do not brath it's air
or drink it's water
The grass has died because you walk on it.
Love is not for you, not even to be seen:
Love is for others, no matter how keen:1
Your desires are3 nonsense, just stop