Our demons shall not emerge for the nth time.
the glass is filled to the brim yet again, A new truman shall rise.
With revitalised spirits and diamonds for willpower.
Our emotions sheilded and the vulnerability left backstage.
A few moments of chores and responsibilities. And then hues of rust and the last of granules slip, The curtain falls again.
the plot unfolds into oblivion. Unknown to mankind yet present amongst every rotation.
XOXO
CHAOS.
