Nails seem to rain from the sky. A curse upon the common man. To be chosen to disrupt this harmony. An honor only to the spiteful, the heartless, and the hate driven. A glimpse into the future. Standing on the edge of the world that has now fallen to an abrupt disorganization. Breathe in the blackened sky. Feel as the insects fill your lungs. Their reproduction. Nails seem to rain from the sky. A curse upon the common man. To be chosen to disrupt this harmony. An honor only to the spiteful. To be chosen to reign, but reign I will not.

I write in times of wars and worries for I set out to do battle with the likes of your past. I engage in this onslaught with only my bare hands. Clawing out my own eyes for yesterdays shadows. Paint vivid pictures of lustful punctures. I write in times of wars and worries for I set out to do battle with likes of your past. In regards to my worries they have fallen prey in my manner, to my fortress and my enemy. Pray for she in this time of war, she now is my salvation, my end till the end of this raging war.

Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge. My hands carry the scent of the souless, the soul seeking. I hold out my hands using this frame to seek vengeance upon the living through possession killing their killers with these hands, my hands. To grant me their visions, their last seconds from the world, it's not dreams I wake from, it's their whispers and their cries. To a child you were their only trust, the only light to be shaped not to decay. Souls were too young to cry out, only left to watch as their protecors become the possessed. Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge. My hands carry the scent of the souless, the soul seeking. How many of the innocent, the defenseless have to fall from a loved ones hands? In this life span there will be this revenge which only some may wish for.

Two fingers hold a light, that in time will filter out all the bad times. Cherishing a nourished future, holding onto letting go. Saltwater expressions wash over a pale face, leaving the other to reflect it back. A fold, a crease, a setting, all began with only a decline. Crumbling barriers give way to an unbearable friction. Cold shivers, their skin sticks to the barrels of their release leaving behind a trail of their types amongst the sheets. Collect the remains, the families shall remember not to inconvenience, let sorrow set in with despair to dig the hole. In a time when two blood types coalesce. Smiles will never be so shallow again. But rain in the light, undefined by an unbalance.