as each daytime infects the night sky rousing the masses to the labour that socity demands the lost and the maligined the hopeless and the twisted seek shelter by trying vainly to blend in or simply go to ground till it is "safe"
this road stained with the tread of all thouse who have perished before we stepped onto this self destructive love affair of balloons and spoons
i am freeing myself of this many-layered monster and we both see tommorows daylight infecting the nights sky calling us to take our place in the masses below it is a better fate than the one we have striven for