We endure the madness … we have the nonchalance We Confront the World … with recklessness Life is a great arc … putting us on board Not the shadows of edges… not the remaining margins We fall, intoxicated, memories ripening in our veins. Hollowed in heart, futile, obsolete and falling with no pulse. Fallen like burning angels, all gates of the sky were blocked. Abandoned by life, soulless….. forgotten and defunct When falling apart, we endure the insanity, not to survive. For integrity, confronting with no lust and no hope Bewitching and lost, we are sparkling and glowing in the sky. Scattered we are and shriveled, Ashes falling from above.