My Broken Chains...
To find the what hunts you, lay in wait as if nothing has changed and you are unaware, feign weakness to feed their perceptions, but remember that what these wolves perceive is a lie, you are strong and they are weak, for they may act fierce, hunt in packs, snarl and bite….but they need you none the less…Without you they are nothing, they cannot survive…
Show them this, Then in their fugue cut the legs out from under them and go for the heart..-A

To find the what hunts you, lay in wait as if nothing has changed and you are unaware, feign weakness to feed their perceptions, but remember that what these wolves perceive is a lie, you are strong and they are weak, for they may act fierce, hunt in packs, snarl and bite….but they need you none the less…Without you they are nothing, they cannot survive…

Show them this, Then in their fugue cut the legs out from under them and go for the heart..-A

We all use a mechanism to help us breath..-A

We all use a mechanism to help us breath..-A

We bear everything, every ounce of weight, and fate, and meaning within our hands, there they are set in stone, ignored though ever reminding, denouncing as if to negate, til the Last man faces his regrets alone..-A

We bear everything, every ounce of weight, and fate, and meaning within our hands, there they are set in stone, ignored though ever reminding, denouncing as if to negate, til the Last man faces his regrets alone..-A

Build a little place within your mind, where you can be at peace, knowing every pebble and blade of grass, storing all discord til its time to fell the wall and unleash, the reveling dancing flame that will forever, last…-A

Build a little place within your mind, where you can be at peace, knowing every pebble and blade of grass, storing all discord til its time to fell the wall and unleash, the reveling dancing flame that will forever, last…-A

When you’re buried in the sand there’s a few things to do, count the grating grains that get under your eyelids and holding your breath…for they sequester time and time again, the devil, the deity, the djinn, for they’re afraid to begin, to spend, a single second, trying to correct it, so i lay here counting and tasting salt, replaying their cries that others were at fault and forgiving them of their endless assault..-A

When you’re buried in the sand there’s a few things to do, count the grating grains that get under your eyelids and holding your breath…for they sequester time and time again, the devil, the deity, the djinn, for they’re afraid to begin, to spend, a single second, trying to correct it, so i lay here counting and tasting salt, replaying their cries that others were at fault and forgiving them of their endless assault..-A

Everything that wears down on your calm, on the fiber of your being, fractures you ever so slightly, but instead of worrying about when the cracks will cause your collapse, look at them and see all the pretty shapes they make..-A

Everything that wears down on your calm, on the fiber of your being, fractures you ever so slightly, but instead of worrying about when the cracks will cause your collapse, look at them and see all the pretty shapes they make..-A

The whole world could be blind, or simply stumbling with eyelids closed…Do you have a remedy in mind?.. Nigh, its in that they chose..-A

The whole world could be blind, or simply stumbling with eyelids closed…Do you have a remedy in mind?.. Nigh, its in that they chose..-A