There is this sentence impossible to finish

There is this sentence impossible to finish leaving me unable to write before weakening. This vacuum tears me, pushes me to howl. Hugging of a throbbing pain. Shining in the remote reflection of a worrying vision, honey of a spellbinding suffering. Carrying this infested sweetened taste of the one evening old venom without a future. I know that you expect me. There is the ocean ready to boil, its waves start to quiver. The sky will darken, to invade me. Bringing the shades of the past. The breath of forgotten words. Jetés to be loose and bad. I know that you hear them. There is this feeling to stagnate, to rot. The storm which is on the point of vomitting, to curse. Going up slowly covered in mist. Stenches of our sentences. I know that you feel them. There is the fear of suffering before undergoing. Rain come to cover what could dirty us. At the time of entry in the cemetery. Mass grave of our rivers. I know that you understand me. It regrets this impossible there to define bringing a gene before leaving to me. To punish me, prevent me from diying. Of a damaged love of our sins. Grate frictions with the stone of our excesses. I know that you go. There is this feeling ready to die, tired to hear the worst. Eager to flee before expires. The breath of any hatred. Forged in a vain fight. Swept incipient storm. Shining in the remote reflection of a worrying vision, honey of a spellbinding suffering. Carrying this infested sweetened taste of the one evening old venom without a future. Who is it and mine.