its 3:01 am in this silent lonely night perplexed by the uncommon coherence of the the invisible entities that flow through this place  .
a shake of the auburn door the echo of the floor all unknown.the wisdom of the nights whisper teaches me  every night i stay awake. in a hushed tone the shadows speak haunting me ,i am afraid. not of the noises but of the calamity of the world. sitting here in this house in the dead of night thinking about what most don't even notice the loss of the innocence and disappearance of virtue. Honesty is all but a joke in this day of age the selfish world we live in , gluttony and sin breaking the hands of god ,the grip of the false idols we worship has on us the grip that scared us into a righteous life we used to live all too scared to go against these idols and now its gone.the world is blind and i wish i was deaf.