as i feed on the looking glass glow and the darknesses of my time, burdens have come and we’ve been waiting for this as we have before, a priceless garden guarded at night the sword only in the like an question the shield about footsteps, and these were unattended when it was fallen with the rhythm of a raindrop, stoke the fires in caution of the smoke revealing itself, i was not wondering if am seen when light can’t find the darkness am hiding within energy, shepard is field and sword is shield for question of mistakes and consumption, as you scroll another hand to roll which learn who gives wish from choice, light is the echo of existence and dark is a sound with no lesson unnatural, this time by yourself the wind can be felt no different than a blade striking at the darkness of contempt supressed without reason, simple is the cloak and many is the mask behind each curtain as closed then opened, a skull is no fitting trophy for those that deserve the light they seek, a toast to you my memories of loss that now i don’t need for thee again, without serve the sacrifice has two meanings for one and now both, somewhere near the dark star of melancholy surrounds your woul to take the scars of deceit into the unknown if not, i have said this about the scroll before to trust who keeps by choice because it is a cause i make effect, there isn’t end to feeding on information and suffering without it by the time light hits the surface of suspicion, empty shorter word without context needn’t not, time has no master and doubt has no plan, the sting of defeat when seeking beyond darkness will feed on nothingness unattainable and ignorantly lost, sight is in the eyes a lifeless vision when the mind must focus on what the light touches until the heart remembers more than seen, am I burden a duration until the thoughts vanish of itself forever, matches light candles and wicks were made, age is prevalence and time is importance between both are perceptions of each other, emotion blocks message and plants the back heel, we are not unalike to control the force we can ascertain with one other than oneself without distraction of the many things, have asked for no spies and are all to know the flicker will be smoke is not preparation, sleep does not rest if the mind wanders in chains with signals and go to expand the glare of vision in blindness, i spoke to them the fun and forgot why i was going, give me the sky and i will turn a world, how danger to love self unknown like worlds to have as gift.