And as my mind danced in time to the concrete abstractions of my wandering rhyme,
I contemplate the meaning of our shallow jaded eyes filled with empty feeling and a plethora of lies,
sincerity is waning as the moon begins to break apart and I can hear the silence screaming my name in the dark,
to live is to dream and to dream is to die,
to dream is to love and to love is to cry,
my sentiments echo in lingering lights shadowed by fear and the darkness that blights,
the middle begins when happiness ends and the beginning ends when worlds start to spin,
ending the middle the end has begun and by moving on descending is done,
singing obsequious words made of knives,
in medias res is consuming our lives