we live for the danger of not knowing ahead of time, it is daunting to seek something more than an unseen future and the force we call mothers us like glass on broken skin, unfit to the spineless
dialing sources to come and save us from this agonizing hollow, we scream to the mindless sky and fell to the sleeping grounds of our most notorious fiend, we let it haunts our burning cages and destroy our blooming garden with its deafening claws and sirens come when fun decided to join in the circle under the pitiless rain
