Invented moments covered in solitude
Replacing crystalized thoughts unbound
Creating rifts in universes oft thought dead
Gifts to each their own dark, misguided mission
Clarity hidden behind our charred hopes and dreams
Shall cast upon that sentiment anger's tortured ambience
Rest for the weary a tethered connection to mainstream's past
A collection gathered for such while afterthoughts linger
Sending cursed shots over and under and through
Per chance there will be more time to thrive there
Perhaps not and we will wilt and wither sooner
Toast to the misguided steps revealed now
When we see faith tempered last and lost