I immerse myself in fiction while the sky is painted
black and grey my guide my source my inner monologue
to follow constant is the pattern laid take a breath
(silence as hollow lies inform you) watch it all collide
one lasting deep breath buried six feet and unknown
with the promises of the gods I stand alone unbecoming
of either a hawk or a dove I've seen while they've
signed this so called no other will make it out on
their own while the tubes that cross airwaves of time
call it all survival and sacrifice its all now been
laid destined once to be and this their false intentions