I’m slaved within my primordial reign, and slain for what I woe…

Tampered fell my civilized limb, I’m swept as fall regains

~Goodbye Summer

How can I not be biased, or purged by speculation? Who will credit my observations or color my imagination, but me?

Somnolent my life swaggers unto early dawn…
And as daydreams lever my lagging spirit, I rise as someone new.

Count your steps to the shadows ahead, these years your secrets it will take to see your hidden lit.

I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

Bearing my darkness halo, I elite...a surging violence attests. And there, brazen wings assume a risen black obscurity. A new shadow’s darkness murders the light.

I don’t care enough for want of a perfect soul. I’m lost for what I’m doing here...