in and out of breathing up all throughout the long night can t seem to come out even in brighter days of harsh light what stumbles to the gates now won t share a shred of empathy just seems to fall apart now a rogue to chart a vagrant sea it s on or just none other fingertips of fallacy holding on to anything that gets down on bended knees within the confines of wilted hearts fall on hard times and fall apart within the the motions to receive the parting words i ll never read 