Aching towards the next one soulless and empty vase of emotions this human became. Longing for the rights but leaving the wrongs and forcing the impure thoughts into your barging depths. Face the facts the Trojan warriors have been depleted before you have touched the soil, inject it in like the heroin of the empathy that no longer is there for you. Needle scratches the surface as the hole grows deeper, breathe in let the solitude of the drug take shape. Impatiently I grow feint like the shadow in the night waiting, longing for the warmth of the sun to touch my porcelain pale skin.

Keep the memories of your past to vanquish the stunts posted by the angst, break the skull of the mist to shroud your being in the dust of it all. Hung upon my threads I vanish into the walls just to show the impurity of my soul, tranquility will be the death of you cleanliness and the welcoming of dirt amongst you. Entranced by the mystics that swarm your aura to shine the blessings of the omen, shadowing the worlds to become as one with the darkest parts of the voids.