The din of vice and debaucherySurrounds the sea of silent screamsWashing waves wantonly wispingGrasping, clinging desperatelyClaws of grief and anger ..
I see my lifeIn tiny flashesBits of thoughtFrom my pastBut what is lifeIf not the resultThe buildupOf memoriesThe residualFeelingsStored for agesThoug..
My voice is silentThough my words resonateDespite speaking with a penI've found a way to clearly stateThoughts and imagesThrown about between dendrite..