This centre , this singulairy , this God he placed me out of the heavens.
this wholeness , this life , this demonic aura chained me down to earth.
That want , that need , that fate has over come you and me.
that salvation , that destruction , that hope recycling itself without me.
Those sacrifices , those promises , those lies - reflections of my own.
those changes , those untamed moments , those unforgiven souls.
Author comment: i was reading through posts by Dan~ and i guess you could consider this a creative result of thoughts minus the past , present , future tense being repeated - i hope everyone finds something of a quality in this peice of work. sorry for the childish title.