get a grip I tell myselfon this shadowy afternoonsitting in the shade I daydreamwith sleek thoughts of you I cravecoveteness behave, these feelings can't be understoodconvicted soul, my flesh has other ideasseeking you in the darkmy mind alters and...

Black, white – White, black How many times the rhymes return to: No going backAnd now We have a uniform of nothingness to place upon the form To go out into the storm Like sheep amidst the slaughter. SonDaughter. Sun Moon. Follower Occulted into The cult. Not I: NWP til I Die***Cipher Poems ***  

Could you go on If you felt you couldn’t goOn..? Could you be strong if you could no longer be Strong..? Is this the point we reach. As the point of all this..? To be so fucked up You cannot get Up..? Observing the direction existence seems to be swerving for the deserving&Undeserving. I say I...