laced throughout, latent within
a masterpiece of absence some would call absurdity
last call for faith found only in fallacy
there is no tomorrow
only what could have been or what was
am i the drum or the beat or the silence
calculated, cold fervency constantly under pressure
pushing further each time
deeper into the depths some would call despair
i say manifest or wonder or
both the flight and the fall arduous
did the arrow ever forget how to soar
there is no candor in destination
no blood in the lion's den
to concede death is to walk inside
when the curtains close
i believe in