inquisitor of a blind way...  sitting on a thin line  leaning from side to side...  crawling into a mold  when good made evil...  thought that speaks of the future  a dream lodged in the present  this social obscurity...  this nature of seclusion  lying beneath mud  the contradictory thought...  a contradictory action  the words of ancient minds  a textbook left unopen... a story untold  about murders to unfold  run away from your dreams  give up this great ecstasy  this entire swarm of nothing  infect a breed of insects  to plague all of man  knife in hand... lambs await  the wolf in sheep's clothing  bound in primitive mating  this rabid lust for meat  the sky delays the light  face down in the dirt... only written in loss  the stinging of a cut  inside awaits the answer... the truth inside  symapthetic aggressor  ideas prone to your weak... fall to knees  made to think of murder  the blood every drop... on his hands  these fresh pages...  only to be dirtied by filthy writing  an injected pen to disease  its layers uprooted  to feed the minds of the past  these scars on his palms filled with dirt  a will of remorse for this unforgiven bliss  sentence of denial