Hemorrhage...

Deeply carved thru' th' veins of your tenebrous fears are th' threadings of your brittle thoughts... bleeding- pouring fast, heavy..... from th' psychic menstruation, th' non-compos mentis veiled in shades of anthracite. Inertia, spurs resign within th' hollows of depression into promanic presentations of dread...hopelessness. Isolation of th' human mind like old, unkempt rooms, veils of cobweb shrouding brain's strain for lucidness. So, if you would, take comfort please....in th' knowing that my hand be always in yours as we search resolve. Place your tired rankled mind upon my elixired heart; I will share th' might of this cross that bleeds you now. ________________________________________ ____________ E P I L O G U E ____________ ''Darkness dares the Hemispheres to dominate.... And because so you must conjure up an opaque dimension- and upon it, establish an eye of light which will serve as God and Guardian to vouch- safe the wells of your mindwork in a sea of serenity'' © 2015-All rights reserved Frank James Ryan, Jr./FjR