"The tongues we speak, from out of the black abyss.
A chilling desolate sound. Searching
Of fury
and love
And wisdom ( mostly screams echoed)
We set this up as such,
With a magnitude to damage.
And soak the fears like kerosene soaked wash cloths. Which we disposed of on bridges that burnt through the night.
Breathless from the smoke, i shield my eyes.
To no avail, it burns them still
In a collage of envy i had lost myself Dear Friend.
Time and Time over.
Id see the downfall and yet not acknowledge it consciously.
Im slowly regaining my balance with more weight."