I guess it is a relief to see you Again, my old friend. Cloaked, your head of blue, You wander among the graves like fireflies, Absolute darkness, jittering night skies. It never seems to fail to startle my Child-like sensation of life passing by. Orderly rows, rigid cartridge paper, Ink and tax reports, functions to cater. Misanthropic, naΓ―ve, idealistic Degenerative and narcissistic, Paranoid, poisonous, parasitic Fear giver. Fear receiver. Entropic Skeleton, dancing in caustic acid, Looking on. A quiet, forlorn Aphid.
as i walk through the valley of the shadow of death