Words of truth and lies, stolen from blood stained keys. Bought at cost by the soul, like a junkie fiend's for a drop of pleasure. Processed and pondered on by day, only to be tormented by demented dreams at night of wars that have lost all sense of purpose. Parables that seem to ooze from every corner and crevice, try to break free to make a difference. Smuggled into conciousness, like a forbidden drug to be advertised here on this page for all to see. Intentions that can never be known, formed by dust and light escape like a beautiful gasp.
