The dwellings of the cold rain, feast on this town.
I cater to this October morning.
This difference between you and I, is miles.
A distinctive nature that makes us,
        compatible or not with loneliness.
I see a fire at every glance in the tiger's eyes.
Spooky red mist, traveling between realms.
The avenger of recklessness.
The hero, without a name.
I go as this storm goes.
Wilting justice, dripping from our fingertips.
        &  sold for extensive freedom.
Yesterday's coward, hiding from the dark bringer;
        .... known as Tomorrow.
I would sell my soul to have only a voice
        that guides troubled minds.
Hands that knit back in place,
        fragile heart pieces.
That sings warmth into the cold nights.
Then I will know,
What God drinks..