Along the cold side of my beaten face. The wind blows throgh me a ghost perhaps. Fragile not even enough to touch. Sick and dying emotion is crying. miles and fields of hollow nightfall tower to the sky, each step closer to the end of this lonely journey. Take nothing and you will always survive. Hope will be a temptation. Through the eyes of starving, look forward to lying awake unable to sleep among the earth, it is not awake. Sick such as yourself it caresses the world in single fear gone astray from everything. He does not talk a promise to himself dissappointed in existance. You have found the hardest thing possible to grasp endlessly serpents of time grow old. The cluttered path of hope swallows the naive and tricks to serve the young. Portraits of betrayal posted in every room, these souls remind you. I have given myself to this. Why have you led me to this? Choking lack of clean air among the mud. The shadow of life appears gone naturally. Nature takes us all away.
