what i need today

the night – is calls with out question alas -it seems so absurd the thoughts -wonder past recognition until, -these visions that conspire can longer described by mere words I’m lost in a place with out pleasure I’m lost in a place with out pain I’m lost In the place past desire in the back of my brain…

Things we thought before

for every hand that could not find the pen to write between the lines we’re done with what was left behind so join us ones again there so many diffrent scares that mard their lips and staind their hearts and still we only ask for them to take small reflection remember who we were before…