lost in an abiguous trail lacing through a numb crowd bruised mutilated ..hovering dilapidated alchemy fails like an arid cloud cremation starts a lil too late in september and the fires of funeral remain alone to warm your air embers of your broken youth may make hay in sepulchral december cast to be cursed crippled ..you can complain ..can stare i will see you endure but wont reach out the cold will grasp n blanket your stabs of doubts cinders will burn ashes will oblige the seasons will churn residues will ignite the day would be lost the trance shattered parched lips will mend what matters splinters will fill the gaps time will trivialize memories of that painful midnight