Blasphemous I rearrange these stones Foolish to believe We were cut from the same quarry Simultaneous The damage caused A bright star disappearing Vanished from my skies Catacombs The farther I go The deeper the wishing I was the one disappearing Absolute zero Now frozen lungs Just idling here Thinking I was worth a damn Continuum Biting tongues Just biding Wishing I was worth your time With melancholy reservations I construct a future without myself And set these keys like s

Violins And out from under Instruments Of droning thunder While I wonder Piling blunders Windows vacant Hungry hollows Vanished or...

On and off again during my life there has been the feeling that things are about to combust, fall apart, or all come crashing down....