A heartbroken by society in a variety of situations. Madness brought from sadness at anger wrought from other peoples happiness. Hate sedated by gentleness of spirit. Clear thought is the word, too bad I never hear it. Dreams vivid, lucid pulling me in dropping me on the playing field of life to see if I can pull a comeback win. I can't take it in more,. Even with patience surpassing buddha. I sit here with a brain melted like Gouda. My words are my blood. They flow true in my veins. Through this strength I pick up my hand to slap Satan and take back the reins. That's me, subtle supreme eating your soul with carnivorous stream. Here it is.