You talk to me I talk to you,
There\'s no sense in the words not a thing,
Nothing go\'s through its all just unbearable moans groans screeching brain numbing noises, of which we can define no voices, only acting out our demons will and choices.
We were damned long before being born all of us, we just cannot see the dark shadowy haunting consuming place that is waiting to be fall us.
Oh it\'s there you see if I\'m right, it will come for you one damned lonely knight.
The lonlypoet82