Winds blow harsh, child born to sadness, seasoned by pain, mind turns to madness. Time clangs away, heart initiates to melt, Life burdens on, grasping close the guilt. Grievous pain inspirits a broken soul, heed etches movement as memory grows cold. Pain motions moment from life to reprise, within the womb, need continues to grow, To manifest before the end of the play, like the madman, chasing his play. Into a truth, he cannot understand, answer more of earth, than man.
Suspicion extends the reach of pain, future abyss that comforts the sane.
Past melts into present , obscuring shadow s tracks, moving us forward, hereafter holding us back Mantel of life, dishonored in grievous mounds, seeking the reliance, never to be found. Etched in sands Tonight glancing, the stars faded before me visions of you, scattered into a void ceaseless the power of pain covered my being like a long massive cape. Vacant heart of dead word, ignites the flame, Our shelter burns without a hiss left behind, ash of wilderness. Wordman , do take chance of malice. To wherever she wills them land, Building confusion for all to see.