I don’t care enough for want of a perfect soul. I’m lost for what I’m doing here...

Bearing my darkness halo, I elite...a surging violence attests. And there, brazen wings assume a risen black obscurity. A new shadow’s darkness murders the light.

I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

Count your steps to the shadows ahead, these years your secrets it will take to see your hidden lit.

Somnolent my life swaggers unto early dawn…
And as daydreams lever my lagging spirit, I rise as someone new.

How can I not be biased, or purged by speculation? Who will credit my observations or color my imagination, but me?

I’m slaved within my primordial reign, and slain for what I woe…

Tampered fell my civilized limb, I’m swept as fall regains

~Goodbye Summer

Hold me smitten whilst you last, for want of me ends fatal whilst I live…
I, the unsuspecting nightmare who never ends

I take care, founded once and never lost again…but who would notice? If I have ever left my involvement with this lonesome swell of blackness, this pit of hell in which I’ve wandered, who would blame me?

I am the foster child of war, living inside another’s sacrifice.