This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed

How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.

Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within

These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.

Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise

It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing

I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,

Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise

I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.

There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…