Can you hear my thoughts? i am just wondering. Fleeting, passing moments that torment my brain. Aching and sorrow. when do u arrive?when did you arrive? and how can you still not stop it. the madness and arrogant fear that washes over me like the soft waves of oceans past. Step on my soul, repair my broken instability because for once i felt a root of light, a spark of darkness in an overly lighted universe. And now, Lament. Lament in your infinite beauty and wisdom, lament for your plights and sufferings, your washed out voice that roughly slides over my body like gravel. And prepare, prepare for the eternity of angels surrounding your sacred flesh, inner hell rising like flames in your boiling blood. When will this digression of a sane teen ever make a dent, ever impede the ultrasonic bubble made of wrought iron that consumes the masses? breaking the laborers back and stifling the words of millions. Slowly, ever so meticulously an underground of revolution, of swift action and lofty dreams will overturn your demise of distilled and putrid dictatorship. But for now i question and try to scope the answers that might re lift the deapths of my soul and create bliss.