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As i sit still, in the night air sounds blur in the adjacent, relm. the hard old marbled pue, i incoumpas, bringing a farmilure bearing to my situation. Putting my face in my hands, durnken with the thoughts of recent incounters. thought emergers from the soul. To scream out the unsertany of what this fall intails.



Words of lies from angles breaths, comfort in ones demise, to extend out for only a gohst to see. How did i get here, or were was i going. for the importance of what was has now passed and to come full circle.



faintly i hear a small noise as i look seeing my reflection in the water, but not stearing back but away, looking down my hands coverd in blood, but i am not cut, nor have i seen blood in weeks.



Hyisteria sets in with a frantic calm over my body as the shadow walk off, in to the lake. For i can;t follow, i can't see, shyly i whipe the blood from my hands as i look, it returns, but from not my hands. falling down in parody, as i see the blackness around me, for were have i gone.



Walking for years with only my slef to know, to speak would be to shout, for the words i longer know, but the thoughts are there. Why is to be a journy of emptyness, who had there hand in this. To know what will never be known we seek, for what rejection, or ignorance, Not ever to simply lie and wait for it to reviel, no not at all for that would be easy, and easy does not exsist, so then why am i here cause this was the easyest thing to do.