Broken Bows

While as getting lost aneath the truth betwixt; postmortems lines.... Shall I engage to entangle myself once more within these enlivened Embodiments, whom wish to cast me into their unblinking morticious eyes?! Projecting melancholy tears; this enigma chained unto its own bend and bites Misconceived, scripted sights within interpretatives thorns and now I find Myself pressed, to be nailed unto their judgmentals crucifying cross.... Why; but I know why? As if I am indebted unto they this life of mine yet, how? O wretched flesh so imperfect you are amid these constant falls as they Whom close their eyes to look away; that darkness it may be, although Spawned from the very irony of its own amissful night in poisoned arrows.... **************************************************************** ....“And Broken Bows!?”