the sobbing woods have decayed, the stars have faded, the dense air had screamed its final dread. All morbidity has hecome tangible to my finger tips. The erosion of life has begun, and death has shown its self faithful and true. The decent is swaying with a joyful smile, this twist of fate has disturbed my heartbeats and polluted my souls sense of divinity and purpose. Despair is raining sour within. colours fall to blank, I encounter a hollow feeling and now, even my pain is of a empty texture. The essence of life has crossfaded into a slow lust for harm. Even the sweet sound of music
has forsaken me. In this cold blue reverie, ive wanderd lost.
My isolation only seems to cause more despair. my spirit has fallen far this time, the angels here are not familiar with my voice, but we share a mutual blackness. Hope has become stale. I'm drowning now, in a polar blue ocean so dark amd pendulous. I search for a motive, but only find pitty. Even the orchids are laughing, but even this fails to arouse any form of emotion. But wait! A hand... it seems to be stimulating a sense of hope. The power of the son is before me... it has engulfed me in its love and has offerd me grace in return for my despair. I have returned to the earthly realm....saved!
