Under drifting night clouds
a lone wolf howls...
As long as there is no revolution forthcoming,
pray then for the breakdown...
The blood seeps
from the cracks in the mirror...
(Search Your Soul For What Makes You Whole)
I sit here and wage war on myself...
The autumn breeze
blowing through my open window...
It's such a clear obscurity,
a hazy cognizance...
I.
Watch...
Right now
alone in a room a man...
Ever have one of those days where
everything goes just perfectly? When...
The darkness has faded and
the blue and white clarity...
America, freedom in a cage,
feel it dying in fear and rage...
After years of wanting
nothing came...