It's funny really.
How much you can learn about a person from their art,
and then realize....

You never really knew them at all.

Some believe, in order to be dark, you must be depressed or have had something in your life that caused you to be dark.

But some of us are just born with darkness.

Some of us are become insane from situations or people...
But some of us
are just born
insane.

One day in 2299,
They will tell
This story,
The one of
Dying books on
Dusty shelves,
In a time when
There was
Still room
To dig graves
In the ground.

I travel through your brain waves
The static distorts your words
Emotions blow like pollen
Creating opposite reactions

Years of being a recipient
Finally I’m immune
‘‘Tis all fleeting you see
Shallow and brief engagements

What I seek was never outside
Never inside another either
‘‘Twas always beyond you and I
Somewhere deep and far