How do I get out of this trap?
This hollow feeling of resolute action
The ecesis to an effigy, and blurred.
I walk straight to the fatal effect
Breaking the calm period of restraint

Hellhole, this occurs inside
This occurs every bit in myself
This occurs far beyond the words
And like a black hole pulls everything down
Just echoes come out not with sounds…
But smoke.

Each time I walk up to light
Every time I put my mouth wide.
Before, the excitement, a curious wanderer
After, guilty, misguided lost man
But again after the After, before?

Each labor worth a million shores
Every price paid is but much more
The future without which is clear
Unclouded, long and a strong affair
Though present without which,
Is a lost occurred.