until the last light goes out in the distant night my greedy thoughts won t let me rest ere the letters have spilled onto the white this affluence of emotion bursting out of me now i feel what it s like to lose daylight by the hour unable to make sense of the bane of this sordid generation if all else fails i shall claim the pantheon of my sacrifice fir this play is set so far beyond all logic but my will in disregard of order is yet to be broken i m not giving in to the harrowing surge of apathy there words are shaken from a restless mind fathered by virtue at loss for life by a fate set in motion their rapier s gleaming blade pointed at your heart it ll show you fear in a handful of swirling dust for i wish my words were free in the onset of your denial