like you do these charlatansthat claim to bepoets. they are not evenremotely related to the wordsthey pen. like you do your exeswho, in spite of all thehurt, are still welcome.floating above thin sheets of ice.gracious idiots. like you do an artificial...

There is a fine line betweenmaking an attempt and thinking of it.The divide will see you sleep eternallyor writhe countless hours in misery.There is no solace in the silencebetween the seconds ticking away.Ears still ringing from the maelstromraging within...