as the end's tailwinds touch my wings and gravity stays for the struggle and won't lose the fight,
What would I do to crash downward,
back into you Perilous-
i death march to a different drummer... Would i take the fall again?
the crags face upward and foreboding a bleeding wound to paralyze the waves of saving grace...
standing behind my shoulder you whispered but if I cried it louder would you hear?
It seems as you bring out a lot of lonliness inside of this world, and that description of what reminded me of a kamakaze seemed as if you had the anger at the people who are supposed to love you, and you want to bring it out on their world, by leaving your's entrailing them with the guilt and the unbearible melancoly to come, I hope I am right, you sound yet so alone and so hurt at the same time...