Clarity

So I guess I'll give it all until there's nothing left, "a poor man makes a sacrifice". This headline doesn't read as theft. This breathing quickens slowly as my sense will surely fade, a heart beneath the Avalanche, buried deep beneath the waves. My frozen hands can't still the worries of a deep and troubled mind, surely these astute illusions would be answers to the blind. But I am not mistaken, your onyx heart beats for the night, but broken is not finished, I'll find another f*****g light.