Locked in a dark prison of spiteful words.
Under the ascendancy of a broken soul.
Nothing but insecurities and the plague of possession.
Lost in the illusion, the notion of ache mixed with admiration.
All but left are exhausting and empty cries.
Along the false security of no intent, no purpose,
No means to let go with doubts that never die.
-Sight&Colour.
