hidden deep inside the corner where reality's a sham a boy recites the memories of his friend the mad man.
"the jackal laughs in riddles so you'll surely loose your way there can only be one hero." is what the lunatic would say. "The silence is drowned by reverb that leaves these moments set in stone, as the moon quakes & trembles and the stars shake & moan The night leaves us dayless trying to catch us by surprise but will answer all our questions when man meets his demise. We're the faux pas of religion another lost & broken tie there's no such thing as Heaven for those of us that die. There's only Earthly rotting as we're absorbed into the womb to be recycled and re-used then born again too soon."
Written February 31, 2009- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart