Just a quiet, cynical man with a lot of time to think.
I don't know myself-
I'm lost in this
Leg-run of life
Atta boy, for doing good, what
...
Cold traces the flesh,
Every sound besets a sweat...
It's there, in the darkness...
Waiting watching...
...
'Tis but a sin,
A virtue gone to vice,
Silence gone to sorrow,
'Tis but the life
...