• IN MY WORLD, ALL I SEE IS DARKNESS, THE FINE TOOTH THAT DEFINES MY
    very existence amongst everything. Was I asleep in the room of infinity? Perhaps I was awake, but in an endless slumber of perpetual bliss. I am not a saviour, nor am I a friend. I am what lurks in daylight, a progression of confusion amongst the billowing tree. A frustration in terms of endearment that make you question but a glimpse of the sanity within reason. Daring within the walls of a heightened awareness on a dosage of this and that. The speech is not as defining as the person behind the paper, a simple definition of annoyance inside a machine of proportions.

    MUSIC PLAYS A KEY ROLE IN DEPICTING THIS BRIGHT DARKNESS WITHIN MY
    burning soul of hell fire. Like a bonnet wrapped inside my head. Spinning; Singing; Dancing; Laughing. Make it all stop before the freezing rain touches your skin and ends the orchestrated silence. Never ending, ever fading. A loss of exemption and delusions that have yet to be comprehended by an expert in nothing. A silly twist in the future of us as a whole but individually combined. Literary to the contrary in a mass of musical interludes and things that can’t be followed. Yet, the music is but a simplistic manufactured lyrical nonsense that spews nothing but hypocritical retardation.

    CAN YOU SEE THE LOOMING ETERNITY THAT FOLLOWS AN ELONGATED SENSE
    of banishment inside the devalued hearts of all? Nothing but tongue chasing twisters at the end of a rope tangled knot. Eat the swelling sadness in the eyes of one who cannot see the ever looming end. Commuting with something that cannot be heard or touched or known. Can you feel me inside your dwellings; deep amongst your mess you call that? Dive! Dive deep to the bottom of the well below that which can and cannot become that of you or I or even this.

    JUST CONTINUE TO THINK YOU AREN’T READY TO EXPERIENCE THE TRUE LIES
    deep inside yourself. Or maybe that’s just a dirty ploy from some unexpected venture. Are you trying to deny the inevitable fate of something that is and will never be but a fleeting glimpse of a memory once lost and found and gone again? Ripped from the shadows of an intertwined fencing. No test could allow such a way of thoughts to disrupt the balance under going such rigorous momentum. Do not deny what will become the fated illness of a span worth knowing.

    IN YOUR WORLD, THERE IS BUT A SHOWING LIGHT, IT GUIDES YOU THROUGH
    the night. We depend on the valued source of forgiveness and foreshadow to determine what is always eventual, because everything is eventual. No. Decide to follow through on the truth of falsifying documentation in regards to a matter that is not certain. Remember to deny and accept and fade into nothing but reality. This is not goodbye it is hello. This is not hello it is the end.