Not, but love.

You can't move on,
You don't feel sense,
Don't touch the immortal lines.
Drown alone, and crowded under noise,
something that doesn't stop but gets deeper to you,
feel.
Love me, learn me, leave me.
A game by which no players succeed forth.
On, on, on...

Go, go, go...

Lonely, forwards and cold.

Shame to a bowl of conclusions in mortal sin.

To more, much more. Only in one source.

Showering by too, hence, come by, and by.

Forevermore.