Starts at a place that I cannot recall. A depravity structured. The strongest of walls. Dividing my soul from the beauty of God. Keeping me safe from what is, and what was. On this side pure darkness. with sounds that raise hair. Since, there was never a nexus, I studied despair. And I learned to bend shadows. And the secrets of words But I never found out how I could be cured. Because, fear has been stronger then what they call love I can eat it, or make it. When push comes to shove. Independent of structure. Void of all heart. The rift is my gift, as it tears me apart.