Dancing crazed and forgotten; six halls one heart. 

One million ways to hold onto silhouttes. Ignored by tattered lips, broken calls. 

It's like you've run out on yourself. 

Split between death, good fortune and a staggering breath. 

A broken key for a faulty lock. 

A fevered pray for a dying flock. 



Like consonants without vowels. 

Jagged tongue wag, incessant stones passed- other hours merely forgotten. 

It is with a dream and a heart that we proceed. 

Not a thought to leave not another lifetime we need. 

And though we may look behind; this visions seductive glance, we will pick up our pride and loosen our impenetrable stance.