Utter chaos is the perfect paradise,
Rainbow blackness, cosmic matter –
The only possible places of our dreams.

We long to be back on the ground,
that won’t yawn at our feet
and bury us within its bowels of [bad word] 

Shelterless souls, seeking oblivion,
Hungry dogs, that have lost their Master,
Wading through the depths of Cosmos.

Dazzling sunlight is what we will never see
So scented and pure air is what we will never feel
Warm and tender hands of our so desired beloved
will never caress our deformed and ugly skin
As all these things are dead.

As every planet we reach is dead.

The dead one, THE DEAD ONE, THE DEEEAAD
In collapsar our Eden at last, AT LAST!