It is slow with out and it is forever within,
This, must be the reverse flaw of time,
and of man
And it preys on those who love – on those who live?
As you may have noticed, the
Sun did not shine light last night, nor has it on any night before.
If only the sun would stay out just a little more -
The sadness would not come and the monsters would not claw/
As they worm into my brain, and eat
The remnants of their last visit. And,
I cannot help but wonder what is it that I am doing? What have I just said?
Have I say anything at all?
I do not remember
I would like to question what is and what is not, but you see the blade shines too brightly, for me To think/in a manner that permits,
I am not outside long enough to know the difference between the two.
The light and dark, logic and
I do not know where I am or what I look like.
I may be a shell you see, or a fragment, of something that could have been