In despair there is a song which am I handing it in to destiny while eternity in immense hope gathers. Beyond comfort and beyond anguish I have treaded aright there, area and where no living soul included. Always at the next point to those who love us, they truly fore and through very existence. The threshold has been perforated to somewhere which should never have been, never have been, never, for no one and not me. There is a song by the time, c’est la musique de l’agonie, it accompanies with certainty in its secure grasp. The music of the damned is made of a gnashing of teeth, lex talionis, and I am damned for love. There are some things we wish to get back, there are tenebrous jewels well kept.
Rest well