Black Veils and Plaster

For the most part, the lost years were self-inflicted the foundation made from a hypersensitivity which had a foundation of insecurity which had a foundation of instability which, in turn, was born within the whisper of a black veil. The hypersensitivity was replaced by wet plaster allowing for the smoothing of the wrinkles of living. I'm slowly coming around-now back into the light of the light Its and absurdly cautious plight... I've yet to master the fine art of happiness Every moment an exhausting sparring match with black veil and battle axe. Thank God, that plaster is very slow to dry.