TriangleOut of the either, from which the darkness, as soon or sooner see.A constant drop, behind itself, defines reality.True darkness while, black as the peel, behind the deepest night.Made still of spines of time, while always woven, accumulates the role of no such great analogy.Out of this place we must the man who was not said to me,He spoke as one who spoke before, already having said and even sooner seen,That in those troubbled times where light was loss and coins had yet to be,Came a creature, sides of three, straight as no curve and small as ice but larger than obligatory as far as any unforseen and other human be.This creature pure and true of heart though analogize again we must, so utterly, right from the start incapable of malice must, mearly be but never see the lies that balence truth between, for always in that time thats never and forever been.Else darkness flares and light does shade as one without perspective of the time without such contrast seems, to always want t
The NightmareIn our hopelessness we hideSore and broken in our bindsWrapped inside our troubled mindsLies the black and sharp divideIn which we feel our endless crimesWe find the shattered squealing spinesAnd forget the nightmare liesOnly for us inside our minds