The chill of nothing washes along the shore of your fear
It comes without warning

Slowly…

Leaking…

Into the depths of your own despair
filling the nights with the chime of depression
and lighting the days crime of corruption

The Seasons hide beneath the ground
Crowned and found they may be
But
You are from the underside, the outside
Not the inside

You can’t belong along with your proven lies and empty truths

You want to find a way?
A way to break out of this innormality of yours?
Well, listen closely
For the key to the  bounds of these old surroundings will whisper the lost melodies
Can you get there?
Along with the dragging memories that have been long forgotten?
Or will you continue to think in the other direction?
To only find yourself
Reaching

inside

the labyrinth of your weaving thoughts to only find your heart still beating
How?
Why is it you won’t die?
Ha… you ask too many questions