In the darkness I walk in complete solace, bond by sorrow.  Waiting for the time when I can emerge forth from the darkness that has taken ahold of me.  Oh why do the times change to such flow? Why does the death crow caw it’s morally melody bringing me nothing, but anguish?

        Oh such morality is no longer of any conduct to me. For things as they are and were have no greater lenience to be what forms reality to my mind.

       Never will I be nothing more than the greater hold that brings forth my own sanity…