These notes, they ring out in harmony, an opus of sadness rings through the air, and everything that I've evr felt boils down in to one moment, My mind swells., explodes with memories of how it used to be, how I let you go, how everything was lost, and what is to come. I used to stare into you eyes, but now I'm afraid to, not knowing what I'd find, but positive I wouldn't what once was there.

God Bless America ?


Once in a blue moon the oppourtunity arises to howl at it, and as I gaze upon the bleak sky and screach a barbaric yawl the echoes deafen the silence, trees shiver in the mass of the cold, the brooks that once babbled, stand still in the moonlight, morning dew turned to ice.

How long will these images last?.

So fond of destroying ourselves, we perceive this reality to be nothing but a passing moment, we take for granted our power as nations. Yet who cares. who speaks on behalf on innocence? Who is the Baron of Goodwill for those who seek it?. Who deems the will and courage to speak up and rise? Our fate rests in the push of a button, our fingertips once meant for touch now have the power to seal our fate. So lick fates seal with a smile, and a twinkle in your eye, I hope you feel remorse when you die.