Guilty Am I of Decline
pressured by the rain
dancing within the fire

It's another band aid on a bullet wound,
Looking thru the eyes of the gate keeper.

Spiraling into the warmth of the beams in this cold world.
Revolutionary heat from the sphere of influence nears,
billions of years held in place by the crescent of our connection.

The last flicker of light,
the last inferno Blazing to ignite these hours of darkness.
Burning out the zenith into the black hole that is to swallow this Fear and sadness that gives birth to our aggravation, never ever to admit we are afraid.