Movement

Subdued back then

So quiet now

Subsequent

Systematic violence

The great cold distance

The itch

The urge

Make way

Think

Pushing the will

Being alive

Well I have been

I came far

The process

. Epistel

. Inside The City Of Glass

I've turned down all devotion

I'm so far from being here

Can't bring forth more power

Than I have already done

Tonight I'm trying

And I see all dread

It is to see a traitor go free

It is to feel a filter in me

It is to leave the lights that I saw

It is to ask:

Atmosphere decays in me

I fail to convict my useless days

The lack of substance

Circle of downfall

Exit less ways

Into pale wake

Tired

Beware the bottled thoughts of angry young men

Secret compartments hide all of the skeletons

Little girl wants to make her home with him

In the middle of the shore she wonders

"Don't

It's us I liken to a covey

A polar bear has breached a pup

The palace walls are

Strewn with tapestries

And the window

I know I said I would be there

But your wish was something else

And many times we said forever

Death believes we are untrue