Erasure

The hottest day in history. We are not asleep. Encased in endless night
Our refinement degenerates and we are nowhere
Every boundary we've marked for ourselves becomes obsolete. Wipe the slate clean
To the beginning and this time there is no return. We steal weaknesses and devour them
As the cold sets in. We ensnare ourselves in our own submission to the subtle trappings of our own conveniences