It Is Hungry, It It

Keep True To The Rare Music In Your Heart, To The Marvelous And Unique Form That Is And Shall Always Be Nothing Else But You. Keep To That And You Can Do No Wrong, Which I Realize Is Easier Said Than Done.

Her Smile, I'm Sure, Burnt Rome To The Ground.

The Ruminations Are Mine, Let The World Be Yours.

Here Then At Long Last Is My Darkness. No Cry Of Light, No Glimmer, Not Even The Faintest Shard Of Hope To Break Free Across The Hold.

Through All The Windows I Only See Infinity.