Anger boils in my throat. i am crying alone, abandoned in my hour of need. mind is polluted with accepted human poison. clarity is dead. understanding is cast out as any bastard child should be. the very life that war crafted. prosperity seems the highest priority to those who lie drunk on the curb. eyes laying their gaze upon the heavens beauty to behold. a fifty story palace that is corporate headquarters. reflections from the darkest dwellings of a tainted soul. stained from the blood, dressed in ceremonial armor. love is the driving force for my failed crusade. eternity has been allowed to pass into oblivion. memories have faded while leaving her scare burning in my weak chest. blame is not something i my eyes give to you. an angle only deserves the bounties i cant provide. a blade, forged from that hell creates. lays embedded, piercing the most calist of us all. stabbing me with her touch, some gentle wind that no longer blows. pain is some empire forced upon me. the army that destroys, commanded by my own hand. sweet perfection that is you my love, gone through the fog.
