Sweet succulent sorrow oh how you speak from the lips of babes, Midnight cowls in dreary shadow cliffed alleys, Lamp light illuminating but shallow pools of self doubt, Eons beyond life blinking god like sight, Eternity is only the forever you perceive, Why oh why sweet sorrow you visit my home you are not welcome, Shadows kneeling gripped in thought everlasting mentality of immortal tongues, Speak oh child for truth is your word, Heal the cracks and temporal scars slathered all over my soul, Death be the door man for ye are always welcome, Sweet sweet sorrow oh why have you come.

Boulders…Rock… Glass…Steel… Towering infernos of unknown thought, Of how and the whys are we needing it fixed? Hindged on 3rd mind eye, Can we know our own reality or are we broken out of time. Glass mirrored peepholes of mazed proportioned ecstasy, Foot falls dragging maggots by boot strapped fissures, Smoke trailed bone dust breading, feeding, making our strength, All of nothing, all or nothing. See all in a glance for it can tell… How we… Moved…On

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