Lines from this black box are too easily
Made into thoughts in my head that i wish would not stay.
Why am i always ahead of this game?

In trying to i find there's nothing to save!
The times that i spend on my own are both blessings
And !@$(s depending on that way in which i

Inflect on them; this changes daily and so what i'm
Left with at the end of the day is this:
An elegant fury so blessed and sweet yet so cold

And ferocious when stood on it's feet it scares
Even me, half to death. half awake, i sit here
Today to move on without haste but the current

Is strong and my idle thoughts weak. things that
I care for, not nurtured, look bleak.
But as i ready myself to stand up and go out.

I only need think one more though here and now;

I am not alone.


Beat heart, beat.