It all settles down, with torrential rains.
Spinning spontaneously, under deadly sprains,
with little animals fleeing to the dark depths
of the sanctuary that they call their nets.

Cold, Tranquility, Death..

All in common their silence travels,
with pounding and clacking hooves
towards the the spacial grooves,
that hold up as my my inner bowels
churn with the sickness of the lament

...The ones who are sent...
...Need not repent...

Take my hand and dive into the rift
Spiral down with me until we both crash.
Because you are me, we are us
I cannot be in a rage with a the storm of a dual identity.

There is never anything to forgive, because you my dear are already forgiven..

The truth is...
I am the shadow in me...