What else am I left with, but knowledge,
and memories ridden with pain...
Down into the pits of hellish pain
We find our spirits falling...
Under every dark, hidden corner -
there is a soul buried within mossy tears...
Dear earthling,
I write in words to communicate...
A lighted candle shadowed the steps
As desire took the night away...
when
at long last...
I set myself
upon myself...
Languid lament becomes all that we know,
Or could this be a reason to fight back...
This would be the longest night I guess?
Or better state, my longest sleep...
Blessed be the dew
on this cold graveyard ground...
A bloody cloak twas draped upon scorched shoulders
I lay barren, within a hopeless, romantic moon...
Digging deeper-
They always dig deep...