Temporary  paralysis oozing out my ugliness, curled under wings of unconsciousness, broken wings smothered out my last breath. The putrid and vile lie within, and the light and kindness still surface my friend. Let your mind take flight, through the mist of the morning light. This does not mean you left the darkness behind. everything cycles in time. time to see the misshapen circle in which you dwell. Everything is energy and power, and they unexplained the call it spells.