stalking shadows.
shades of something which claws in the dark lyricism of the night slowly creeps ever closer to you in the horrors of ravaged time. I fought it off once. It came back and attached itself to me with clarity and anointed itself in my blood once again. what I arrogantly thought was in the past and buried safely in the locked chambers of my soul has escaped cleverly while I slept. ugliness is released with it into the very air we so softly breath, taking in the hatred and acrimony of destroyed beliefs and hope with it. polluted with the death of a dream we lay in our beds unaware of this invasion, until we are so sick with it that hope becomes the bleakest of words. Only the inevitable nihilistic answers make sense now. Where... where did I falter in the persuit of something so simple? Is there nothing so grotesque as a desire? Maybe I fail to understand the separation of seconds spent in contemplation from experience. Who if anyone can send this shadow back into it's prizon if I cannot...
I'm just sayin...
I'm just sayin...