Free Cee a Violent Viaduct

A VIOLENT VIADUCT I search for the viaduct of my soul woe the womb a method of madness someone's goal there you are standing in silence telling me to ignore the violence blood, slime, and a gift representative of the brightness from above more often then not a product wrought of lightness and love I own no philosopher's stone and ain't nothing but a stranger in this world all alone you keep growing further away and what's that you say? that I am a coward for running away my body rigid as the pylons where we used to meet I am like a round rock that will not roll as I search for the viaduct of my soul © 2012 (6 bells chime) PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~