Self introspection with a tinge self loathing. Recurring regret as one pulls toward betterment leads to question of integrity, to the question of humanity. In the end, the answer lies in the paradigms...

When love blooms to doom.

Little did you know. When these feelings start to show

Its simple, Life is. It's really not complicated

Shadows…Pollutions of light. Daytime darkness, rulers of night

She walked me down to the edge of the earth hand in hers, she led me to a place

Promiscuous proclivity an unnatural thirst Salivating at the prospect of a warriors blood

Juvenile delinquents suffering the silence. Words are kept in the distance

Principal shadows of diverse beings Cast over fragments of past scenes