Vacillating on the open slowing road and where the many angry nights can see the fastening of crowds upon you like a dawn. Fork in fore path you cannot move, cannot wait and cannot drown. Cannot die and cannot resound in your silence you are in the crowd Monsters on the path before you, like a dawning never moves you, always stuck in sequence play, in circles dancing away the days. Movement slaughtered like a child, never banters, never smiled. I cannot help you, save your life, I cannot help you in the strife in the crowd of darkest fears and of the moment I drop the tears of past and present, of the blood or wars before and wars before and in the darkness, in the master of the madness and the damned and the far away preparedness of the monsters faceless dances I cant help you. Torn to nothing, drowned in massive blazing fires you are cradled like a phoenix takes to flight there is no fleeing from this night. I cannot help you. Nothing left to see or hear, nothing left to do or fear and nothing left but total grief to leave the child and the creature that cries each night no more the teacher, and says there is no answer, right away he flies into a corner still and moves not more a bit but spills the memories of last nights play she dances there in Neverstay in Neverstay she takes her life and takes the night and takes the plight of all those around her in this land, her hand the last and only time she dances like a puppet still, to every tune and turning chills to cold and marks her insides out like out and in she cuts them out. I cannot help you save your life and in the walk you walk tonight I cannot help you save your life, there is no answer, no solution, no there’s none just none just no one…I cannot help you save your life.. For days and months and months to years I know these tears that tear my fears from deep inside my heart they stay and dance and build a darkened pain bound gate that reads of “majic” and of cylinders that spin and the keys are there she lies and cries and bleeds of blood and wars and wars and wars of years before and so before, before the war, the war that lasts each time before and there she lays a puddled mess, in deep distress in Neverstay, in Neverstay…I cannot help you. Wherever you can read this…read this like a moments notice...read of never tucked away like a silencer to revolver and a situation like a moments recovery that dances out and stays and stays beside you like a dream and dreams to you that comes between you cannot stop the silence crawls up to your throat and all that stays is anger and all regret you cannot find that in your faith, there is no faith where there is no light… no life or light in Neverstay. She chills the air and dances to the place where no one reaches through, they care to meet her in her dine and masterfully she can turn and twine, like a gypsy in some other time, in days before the wars and more the blood that falls upon the swords and no where in this world she cries to fight...she cries to fight… she cries to fight… for I cannot help you. Oh the cycle goes and goes around like a mirror on the wall and dances endlessly through time its cruelest dance of all where it knows and taunts that he will never reach her…never make the trip…never make the trip back home. In all the years before…in times before…in all the wars… he never makes the trip back home… “I’ll be home soon”, he says. Silence falls…por siempre.