What I envision before me:The abyss of the far, distant past Those horrible, terribly frozen eyes The dream of a gently woken lamb The space between noise, a cradle No one can reach this skin The space between noice, a cradle, blood-red scars THIS PREVIEW THIS HEARTBEATOh, Midst the silence WHERE IS MY GEAR?WHERE WHERE ARE MY STAIRS?WHERE IS HEARTBEAT? I pray,It becomes hot to touch When I scream,It, it strips me of my voiceWhen I live,It sets off into a distorted, crazy dance I will throw away my sadness,And lose my heart,Even violate my thoughts....