-Rough ramblings of the midnight mind traveler; rough and raw translation-

A gin blossomed mouth beyond meaning now among a pinch of the bear...

The sitting:
Typing a rhythm that is found amongst the night as the rats utilize the wire for transport

...Wound up tight but loose from weary...

The darkness:
A stench arises from below and i'm set silent in a headphone hide. No fuel for you my enemy

...As the days blood dries and crusts to flesh...

The longing:
one of a story book, found and chased but in a dream now manifested like the diamond forged so long ago now worn

...Magnificently lost and mourned...

The love:
whop, whop, whop above, a shatter and vibration of my foundation as My brothers come to loft

...Sea sprayed blades sanded by the salts of time...

The women:
Seemingly a thousand miles from this place
i hold up this thing with an idea. one of a lost pride, one of a crystal glance...
I wait with patience among the birds as i search for loft and a clearance back amongst these skies of gray

...Character and lines mingling to form beauty...

The idling:
confinement only exists in the mind, and only hope should be the fight blooming from it. it is our kingdom

...One of brilliant creation, and one of destructive horror.