Its dark in the places i forget to laugh, to myself i whisper promises for tomorrow. Splintered sunlight teases the hopelessness of this moment while darkness wraps me in soft disappointment and comforts me in my own language. Barely alive, consumed by the nothingness living inside. Memory of a life, a fading star, rhythmic mourning on a far off guitar. I've bled myself to sleep and counted moments by the tears i weep. Methodic madness turning gears designing weapons from my fears. Alone i realize what i am monster by design destined to be damned- Death waits for us while we dance on a razors edge with deceiving confidence. The light and the dark form one and create a new afterlife womb calling you home to be re-born. Angels and demons play children games for your soul but in the end its always been decided. Before you howled at the moon as a misfit in the night, consuming forbidden fruit and making love to strangers, your fate was written in the scars. Hope was a cancer in your heart, terminally unforgiven, critically self assured. You never found answers to your prayers defers from a jealous God. Searching for signs and wonders but sentenced to silence. Home among chaos, comfort in calamity.