After all that’s said and done,
Going black then turning numb,
Leave ye hope at gates averted,
Curse the prayers first erected.


After all that’s died and hungered,
Never leave your wishes ponder,
Huddle specks of poor ol’dreams,
End is never what it seems.

After love has left it’s course,
Death is playing in reverse,
Hate could bud in inspiration
Just hold tight to your fixation…

Maddness feeds imagination