Out of the engine room, into the blinding cold. floundering in agony amongst the twisted steel and battered lifeless shells of former existence. there is no greater crime. there is no greater loneliness. here, set adrift into a stinging bed of life and death, infinity is a shadow. a darkness unmatched. flecks of light, like paint on canvas, ( Read more... )

I speak from valley and mountain alike. from desert and sea. from cold grip of forest and lonesome eve of plain. from madness of populous and the ever present singularity. i am a man as all men. burning to quench the flames of this immortal land. i am heavenly bodies and seed in the dirt. i lie in the cracks where air and water meet.

You begged i speak of where the visions turn with no solace of light. i dream of your ignition. i live for flames from the plains of nightmares. you know, as i, an escape of breath can shake our shells and rob us of dreams held dear. but where stand we now, when a lack can do the same?