every glue losses its stick

clouded thoughts

through misty gloom,

sweet scent of

the vital scenes

reververates through the

midnight moon.

out thought by

the foes in the mind

demons battling,

taking over.

crouching down to

the abyss,

leaning to the

endless wall,

hoping it would hold

the weight

of them all.

shit!!!!

family beginning

to make sense,

child

beginning to

understand

the truth

the real

the insane fact

of life.

scared

of the frightful

creatures

i created.

now longing

to wrap an arm around

the wind that

has gone...

loving the lost...

longing for the unseen...

emptiness

fills the lonely afternoon

lies...

drifting to

the shadows of the mourning sun...

blinded by the

world's uttered deception...

life sucks,

but if it works...

you gotta love it...