• Tears fall on the wings of our discontented captors.
    We are all but not in the swing of the breeze killing us. We have blood through our lips, but none to quench the thirst of a ravage man.

    Sadened by what we cannot do is what we can do but wont.
    To have or to hold our hearts turn cold.
    Through this winter in the idle of summer days.
    Cats eyes play with the mice heartbeat..
    Faster and faster to a heart ATTACK and take what you will.

    But it dosnt matter if you cant or wont or you lazy bastards sit there...
    Just think, think damn it!
    What is what and why...?