set against these hardest hours

anger paled, for in this fear

the theft of privacy

we all see it break sometimes,

see it tear us apart

that which left behind

screams out loud this night

so much is asked in silence

expect not and you'll find

thousand miles

from the nearest truth

rotating, entangled

- I continue not to heal



another no-night

waits its turn

so I call upon

my freecard

to postpone



if time was one with many faces

which one would call to me?

where all our paths in one now end

that with the power to gather the mislead

now will lead them all astray

so push it ever further

to unsuspecting dark

build that second layer

for the hours to take fast



a rest from the giving

like a heart between beats

greater than the need

for community

the need for the right solitude

come to know



that an outrage is inevitable

through many try

an escape is unsuccessful

in the midst of a nerve-night

the victim of soulkill

true self is mere torture

death rides these nerves