Never was so lonely as the nightwith all it's dreams of yesterdayencapsulated within a moments hesitationand then tomorrow dawnsa new yearto find the screaming bodydragged from the final breath of the previous chapterand into darkness.clouds fill the skydark and graywith flurries of snowand worries of manthat fall and liedeep upon the fields of thoughtuntil the vista is suchthat even memory can not recognize it's twisted featuresa thing of beauty?a white demon?who knows what others seebehind the windows of their soulswho hears their silent screamsand runs protective to cradle them within awaking dreamsof how it should have beenit could have beenif only the dice had fallen evenhow can life be decided by the flick of a wrist?And what of chapters new?of fields yet untroddenand future speakof what you seekalone but not so surefilled with doubtsof how much longer can the fear of past remainbefore it bites upon the very substance of the soul insideand leaves the dreamerspinelessand crippledwith no place left to wanderand no mind left to wonderjust dribbled gibberishof take him off to treatment?And each heartbeat is differant noweach blink of the eye see's a differant dreamand no seasons existno maps remainthe world is differanta new horizon hovversvirgin worldof o so scareyand who will write the chaptersif the spirit breaks?And within each moment is a lifetimea million plansa billion schemesand each is shattered like the waking dreamon frosty morningswhere the cold drags you screamingbefore your memory grasps the purpose of it's nocturnal quest.Are tears so personal that others can not share the salt of woundswithout the being of the purposeand if they can then how is there injustice while we speak ofcompassionor is the only passionthe heavey breathing fucking of an animaldisguised as manand lonely as the nightvacant and apartexcept in electric momentsof need.What is a tear anyway?And what purpose is in painthat we can't feel the thoughts of others in our microbioticever healthytake a pill of wealth and beautycut price in a salecuz everythingis yoursif the price is rightconsumervaccumerof suck the whole world dryand shaft it if it's sleepingjust because your father said you had tojust cuz grandma wants the best for youFootstep or thought?the commencment of actionno distractiona new chapterand where is it?who knowsthe floating impulse ofroll the dicepray for nicebut take a frozen roadif the gods wishand pray that this timelike other timesyou live to rue the dayyou ever went awayinstead of dying like all the others didcuz the fuckers said defeat was not acceptableand walk onwalk onand journey to the place of sinso once again you might beginin twisted tombs ofwhat the fuck is happening?what destination on the ticket?whatever place seems rightwhen stolen credit cards are tradedfor another placeanother faceand who will you be nextthe boy died firstand then the artistthen the conand then...always dyingnever livingchapter after chapterand now the poets deadnot one more word will falllike autumn leavesand as the spring turnsthe rotting decayof a forgotten dreamwill fade from memoryto be replacedby yesterdaybefore the ghosts came...I am here under personal invitation of the management.I may add more to this profile later, but first there are some other issues to clear up.