This is the time. And here is the place. Just another lost cause with another lost face. This is empty. These walls do not speak. They are waiting for you to tell the stories that will be passed from father to son. A long night and a burning taste. It will fill your mouth and consume. The passion you always wanted but could never muster. I swear she is ok. Still living somewhere deep inside there. It's not my fault you are blind to the world. Blood is meaningless. The most foul dirt. Why is it so treasured? It is going to spill and evaporate. The heart is weak and the mind frail. Easy to destroy. Let's play a game , you and I. Who will last longer? Just a jumble of words to you, but so much more is hidden between the lines. I told you you were blind. The heart of a circle is really a square.