Along The Dots

What would you seek 
from the collection�"� 
of lyrics? 
It is getting dark. 

Dismantling the notes, 
I heard, when tears 
were sitting dead in�"� 
the crying eyes. 

Life reeks with the violence, 
from inside. You wanted 
one more religion to 
atone for the stink. 

But the signs will not 
convey. I become the war, 
the missile to destroy 
my own kingdom.