Tides of change

Eyes of the broken, Forever lost, scorned to repeat the Hell that is an eternity of nothing; Without reason enveloped in callous junctions. Gentle yet, are the tides of unwavering change. Where one becomes lost within the catacombs of life and death; it is there creatures of implorable adaptations engage in lost damnations, where shattered dreams pave streets within golden catacombs of unimaginable pains and hardships.