set against these hardest hours anger
paled, for in this fear the theft
of privacy we all see it break sometimes, see
it tear us apart that which left
behind screams out loud this night so
much is asked in silence expect
not and you'll find thousand miles from
the nearest truth rotating, entangled -
I continue not to heal another
no-night waits its turn so I call
upon my freecard to postpone if
time was one with many faces which
one would call to me? where all
our paths in one now end that with
the power to gather the mislead now
will lead them all astray so push
it ever further to unsuspecting
dark build that second layer for
the hours to take fast a rest
from the giving like a heart between
beats greater than the need for
community the need for the right
solitude come to know that an
outrage is inevitable through many
try an escape is unsuccessful in
the midst of a nerve-night the victim
of soulkill true self is mere torture death
rides these nerves