In my mind I already died lying on an embankment along the river of time. I sighed and laughed because the days spent were not really gone in my peripheral mind. Gazing down this hollow road I see strange familiar eyes staring back at me glowing behind the trees, hiding to be seen. My foes are those I've known to trust, before them, I'm gutted my misery, it seems, feasted upon though never feeding the bitter hunger reaped from them within. I find those eyes that glower at me in the pitch of dark For they are the light I see, however scary, They are truth