Like the ghosts that host by night
To sanctify that which by far ends
Is the change of darkness to ghostly grey
No voice in nature is heard to cry out loud
As the moon begins to close its fading eye
Or to shine too far beyond its shadows edge
Let the night be dark for all that weep the light
As the soul and body bleeds from all the scars
And the reason for tears drop from the stars
As the sky drips tears of rain water like pain
To show its worldly nature and begin
The ancient ritual for man and beats sake
Pain and happiness is what we make it,, fake
As thoughts in darkness and tears ulter our fate

As i sit in the ulter darkside  with terra mood running through all my arteries.... it was a throw back moment and i had many hilarious thought running through my mind but my heart was telling me something different saying " I never knew that by letting you go my love ,i would feel this loneliness in my life letting you go is difficult and i realize  ain't your love
anymore

Courage is only fear ,
who's said it's prayers.
Incantations won't ulter this reality.

You can't negotiate your way
out of hell's emptiness.
Language knows no boundaries.

But Latin is more effective.
Despite our constant speaking in tongues.
This is exhausting.

Like a Venus retrograde.
I'm screaming on the edge of nothing.
Waiting for your echo,
to bounce back to me.

If time doesn't exist.
Then why does mine feel so wasted?
One day was a nice thought.

But I can't live in no man's shadow.
I cast a few of my own.