of this Remedy
|I place my pieces in order of emaculate direction, pointing my way to lose protection.
Divesting strength to become left alone.
Building reassuring mind altering tactics, to reform a shielded, wounded, perfect organic machine.
Saturize the tissues with red life, immortalize your clokc and pump the molecular antidotes.
Lost and left behind, I blame it on the time, the time that was never given, the time that was never mine.
A glimpse into possible worlds, future is a unique vision factor.
Encouraged tears through speech of reason, again the clokc falls down, smashing the numbers of time.
A symbolic remedy for a countless descending.