The unknown

[xxxxxxtrogdor]

So...

So long.

Writing..

As my mind thinks I wander throughout the weaves of time and space.

Hold on tight.

let go.

just embrace.

Too many words to describe the endlessly live convention of thought
Back of the knee, speaking of trees I fear they've digested my own
soul
Deliverance from evil
Who are the evil ones
Disguised as white gowned sun children
The masses cue in their fate less distaste

I speak in tounges of a thousand ones
Dear god please digest my broken sums
And tell me my transgression is not in vain;

speak to me of violent malevolence
of quiet requiem
and I shall fall upon you
In broken sympathy

These are the words that haunt my soul
forever engraved in a tomb of despair
haunt thine self
the sheep bears its own fur