Glorious times with glorious bastards

proclamation nirvana

We stand on the fringes of time.
Holding each other.
Wanting to be one another.
Vanity devine.

Context is our only refuge.
Satisfaction subject to perspective.

The struggle we endure is not the eternal struggle.
The blood we spill is of our own.
Inch by inch and minute by minute.
We are forever in constant waltz.