...like they never came from anywhere
like they never were anywhere before
but only in my imagination like that's not enough!



....and still they come like manic imagines' from
places I'm not comfortable with anymore and
the battle goes on and the blood is all dried up
now from festering wounds of my damaged soul...



and a broken skull shattered and collapsed
upon itself breathes life into the world outside...
angelic...yet brutal and suicidal gasps re-inflate pain
I thought I had forgotten and now I can land anywhere!