• Their sleeping cries grasp at the black midnight air. The die has been cast; never again shall we submit. Submit to the tyranny of cliche lines and overused phrases. We will choke you to death with your humble white flags. Gracefully, she steps out from under the frame of the door that you loved so much, and she is never seen again. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the will, the strength to fight. Good intentions pave the road to where I stand, but you should have already figured that out by now. Pace and turn, pace and turn, faith lost and cynicism found. Hold onto that paranoia, it'll serve you well. Trust is but a fleeting memory of a long lost fantasy. Cosmos and mythos are my domain, yet they never seem to listen to my proudly stuttered words of desperation.

    Come, let us walk the path of the weary, the innocent, the ones who have been cast aside. Beating hearts shall be our war drums, and words shall be our swords.