the dark circles under my eyes
are the windows to my soul
i drop to my knees and cry to the sky
Lord help me out of this hole

i try fighting my own demise
starting to lose all control
when God denies my desperate cries
i only fall further below

-


evil is like
sand in
an
h
o
u
r
glass
if nobody
turns it over
it stays where it
belongs • on the

*BOTTOM

The delicate mystery answered like a memory
part of the scenery, i bring no purposeful injury
discovery of a unity with such a simplicity
recovery of senses lost through our history

we are all only part land, part sea
every tiny particle is part of our key
every little mouse, every giant tree
I am part of you, and you are part of me

a cultural discovery of uncovered humanity
actively prolonging the agony of mankind's vanity
what is really living passively or living savagely?
simple serenity destroyed by our brutality