Pillars of stilts all falling downwith no rhythm or sound each breath a shadow of memories no stranger to a solid ground once standing stairs defying gravitypillars of stilts all falling down  

In chasms of my mind's archaeologydisappearing so deep before my eyes through life's complex maze of the path, I travel a steady pace where echoes fall on insomniac's boneson country roads disappearing so deepwatching chickens cross the road in...

Tasting tongue, with lies he reignswith a shadow of eternal dark flame and fractured whispers of his shameriding a voice to fill his painwrestling with echoes of the insane to an empty room with nothing to gain...but like-minded fools...