Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.

What's stealing us? Killing us off, like dogs in the winter... whose spending the night sinking in the snow? are you frightened? arbitrarily calling out to the pale faces hidden in the hazy fog of the stale bitter appetance bruising our bitten tongues. Of sombersomeand still sleep, we've awakened giants of discontented sumptuous in-volatile advancement. apprehensive, lacked in the traitorous wavering brothel. her Jaded mouth keeping the victim at bay. tolling its way up his vertebrae. that frantic skid of tormenting, totalitarian, treachery. oh, violent skin shivering under the waves of life's constant wind struck tempest. red dull vapors, carrying the hearts of the mindful inconceivable, growing only to keep you're eyes from drying out. from draining the gut wrenching involuntary stifled hush from escaping your mute box. worrying, worrying for the sake of worrying. killing for the sake of war. pitiful misery. not the ones we once knew. the eyes of something hollow staring you straight in the soul; unable to tell you what's missing. vengeful, callous and fermented. it's growing right inside our grins. showing all the misconceptions. Am I losing the feeling of livelihood? the struck match burning out inside the tips of my fingers. infrastructure.lack of progress. the fractured mask. ripped with doubt.this kind of thinking kills my very character. gleaming in the embers of my warped past whittled with dull blades and quivering decrepit hands.. stumbling into your last revival. fringing the sides of your minds' walls. letting out the splinters of wooden veins grown varicose and exhausted. straining your sockets to see what's in between your vague dimension and something a little less dull, and seeming to get brighter; but losing luster. endless wants, never ending needs. wincing our fragile bones to withstand the toll of loss or exasperation. Pliable, contemplative, the faint hope that the tales we are told had prepared us for the lies we're upholding. fear, excavating through our thoughts. Forcing through our dreams. rushing the prominence, faking the existent. the crude, shuck, of the magistrate. something separate. something missing.

If anything... The lies grow more and more comforting.