In this place a shallow water plays like children that hooks seaweed upon trees of fire, from the sound of birds listening to your voice of tinfoil when the camp forest covers the soil of ancient bones

I sometimes face the value of my life facing the true destiny of ever soul consuming my own identity - letting fear over power my knowledge of hope control is my issue - i think to myself will this pain

Flying through a dream like state, with the guitar strings blaring music through my ears scattered words sneaking in - mind is racing as the fear overcomes me - pushing away, pounding the mirror in my