#112

The lifeless challenges laugh at the thoughts of stopping this frightening show,
the shackles of our denigrating tortures spill awkwardly away from the peaceful center.

How many more cuts must be felt before the hand withdraws permanently?

Writhing concepts lay splintered upon the reflecting tones of reason, 

with the Key it all will become alive once more. 

Illusions of horrible dimensions steal away the pure joys of letting the nothingness go.

All these phantoms flock to the places  left to darkness, scenes of apprehensions swell the state of constant confusion.

Fill your lungs, find your self once again, let it free.

Do not forget the pieces that have made you whole.

They will save you forever.