Deep dwells legions,in black cold fitsI rise to surprisewith black eyes I rip. It’s just my pastthat causes concern.I live past it and trythose things unlearn. Yet the leviathonof a haunted soul minewill rise to devourthings pure and divine. I am not soullessneither am I a blind.I see myself happy thensuddenly me I can’t find. Continue reading