Final Form

Pouring down rain trembling fear expressed freeways turning fast. The life lived once again born a virgin to life of sin formed mask. The mental raced as it lifts the seed to life through its sores. For many have saw the things that command the light to burst of dark forever more. To believe a belief so beautiful sings its happiness of its own funeral. Which show life through the casket of death, in which the heart is married to. For every breath that breathe is a song of defeat, for the life that lives may never heal. You dream of light to help life but some things you just can see nor fill.