• Here I sit
    In this dark abyss
    chiseling away at this sad excuse of a chain.

    I write a bit
    reminisce,
    and wonder
    what are the secrets held within your name..

    music plays
    bringing with it, simpler times.
    if we were to speak with words
    we would run out of lines.

    so let us speak with art
    you show me yours,


    and I'll show you mine.


    and so we sit,
    looking to the sky,
    is it wrong that I want to be with you
    so we can show the world our art combined..

    but thats all this is
    another dream, wrapped around time


    if its easier than it seems

    then prepare for the best pipe dreams..