I. Innocence. . II. Cold Daze. The coldness of confusion. Hangs in the morning air as. Brazen bells ring reality. To announce the conqueror dawn. Removed from nights fleeting trance.
I had so much to say. But no words to speak. The feelings were strong. But I was only weak. . So there we were again. Tragic and absurd. Choking on every line.
Feeling so strong. I feel so inspired. Like a man with all the words. I could move the world. If I weren't so tired. . So, so tired. So, so tired. So.