NORV
E Non Tornammo Mai Più A Rivedere Le Stelle

Dio Drone, may it always be praised)))

Sunk into a couch fit for the sidewalk, with massacre in the back.

Sparse texts scraped from the ruins suffocate under a sky of sheet metal.
Black crusts of old blood bloom at the edges of the lips, from the floor hatred rains on the ceiling.
"Polaris" is not a star: "Polaris" is a disease.
No one will feel pity.
Dio Drone, may it always be praised.

And then you die.
Amen.