A violent crude enigma of immeasurable proportions dimensions unknown to laymen and silent whispers unheard. I speak sweetly of designs I have never kept and hope-addled promises I have never met. To err again and again from the illustrious path … what lessons have I learned? I beseech thee for answers to questions unanswerable. Unnerving faith for the callous mind scarred and twisted demented in nature seeking out darkness in innumerable fabled realities abstract notions of the futility of a world gone mad … Now there is notation and frightened documentation motivation to describe to meekly define these base rapturous tendencies to escape the icy void … Project heroin it is called the soft hazy blanket that puts down the livewire running through my head. Sleep sleep young prince your kingdom awaits you fall down from stupid cognition answer my riddle and take the eternal prize … And shall I take my throne? O Angel of Death! Candid eddys current to untimely news that there never was a cure for the insanity only solace found in the vital transformation of new found identity risen out of smouldering embers. Though the reincarnate duty bound reminisces stark in his mind the flailing horrors of the past life living the true lies.