I immerse myself in fiction while the sky is painted black and grey my guide my source my inner monologue to follow constant is the pattern laid take a breath (silence as hollow lies inform you) watch it all collide one lasting deep breath buried six feet and unknown with the promises of the gods I stand alone unbecoming of either a hawk or a dove I've seen while they've signed this so called no other will make it out on their own while the tubes that cross airwaves of time call it all survival and sacrifice its all now been laid destined once to be and this their false intentions