a journey through a world of mental exhaustion i seek
a new path into your world once i considered the wakness
new ideas are open to extraction ther was a time when
these words were unspeakable but now the waves of unworthy
cowardice beares scour the grates of the most worthless
how could it all come to such a devastating end that
we could form a manner of speaking of knife wounds
i would like to get to know your wounds and embrace
the ashen remains of you these possibilities of impales
hearts impaling this heart of stone is impossible for
at one time your medusan image reflected upon it pure
as the fallen snow undone by bloodshed and when you
walked that path of burning statures withouth hesitation without remorse