sawdat
feel a new heat who chose you? reply to the void born into. sense never found in dissonance they say, yet mystery empowers, just like first flirt with absolution. tried to cast blood against a fate congealed; molded by the unbearable desire for flight. couldn’t leave it. life to dust. succumb for love, implicit trust. crazed notion clung to when hell’s incandescence looms on the periphery.











