Do you hear the screams of the mind?
As it's forced to bind with a being infatuated with becoming another broken chord in the aria of time....sit still in your cage little mime,
With all the pain you've begotten while plucking dissonant chords striving to rhyme,
When you don the shade's veil and past the event horizon of the void filled with calloused entrophy you're forced to venture....Use your knowledge as a lantern, you have no choice now so you'll be fine,
A lonely penance provided by the ignorant wailing of the prison of rot where the spirit bids it's time,
By the hand of one's own or the frothing wounds of words and foes' scorn the husk always dies it can not hide,
Releasing the bird from it's cage to rise,
You can not **** the mind....it's energy ****** to suffer and live in sulfur with no way to die