"Infidels (non-believers) of Sanity (or whatever the world/society feels is sane)" will always want to cross new boundaries of sound and thoughts through our mu
A long day passes
Reveries left for clocks
Neither the tomb, nor the bosom
Shivers for the lost heart
Breathing slowly
Tearlessly breathing
Staring closely
Wondering harmlessly
(a jaunt erupts out of the bushes
leaps into the eyes
trembles horribly
shudders creepily
faints suddenly
screams in pain
dances unseemingly
the jaunt of black dots)
Never fades
Not today
