The March Continues...Time Lonely Proceeds

        An epilogue ending of a beginning. For another end is wide open as hearing the reverberate echo of drums...A pattern rudiment of undeveloped starts. This is the world that we know which continually spins on course.  Harsh are the uncompromising laws of time.                                                                                          
        Depth of slumber, darken trails feet obey & follow. A sleepwalk harrowing trance of dire rules, guides one easily towards the threshold of the night. Fear of opening that drawer...Fear of opening that door...Fear of being here before. Soul eclipse enshroud & stains, removal of impossible. Semblance of perfection creates a darken moonless night. Inadequate is I to want & hold this self of sadness. For the man of sin, selfishness is the blend...Still the pain remains, such as the song. My stars have died, my night has no end, so the dirge hum returns again. Unfailing is my echo trapped in time. Forever doomed...Forever to repeated myself...For I chose this suicidal thrown. I'll do with such a vengeance upon myself to seal the deal of silent hatred no longer willing to receive. Dry mouth of tried screams,"Find me a river...Not just a bridge" "Find me a rope...Not just a tippy toe stool to stand on" "Find me a knife...Not a plastic one that breaks before the tear !!!" Reaching the point of destination...The bullets of water must enter before the sea takes you within. For the plastic heads & dolls eye's never shed a tear or the lie's they continue to spear.