We take the sun within our mouths burning passion as we swallow it down. Barely lucid. We cannot feel the pain anymore only the humility in knowing we writhe in the elements human life. We feel displaced taken from our inner self, within endless times. And upon endless eyes we search... You plead to be from this as blood runs through dry eyes. And yet we look upon this with not distaste. Without hope and without truth chaos has taken the days, we live broken. With fires burning inside scorching the life now lost. With our own volition we will taste the sun in its splendor. Living in spite... We take the sun within our mouths and consume.
