Happening: You can rest assured when speech is slurred, and sleep until reaping faces keep cases deep beneath this cheap and meek oasis. This world is ours and we can twist the hours into empty spaces, replacing places with tourniquet laces. Maybe then we can create something whole and cover the holes that time erases.
Questioning: Otherwise, how can we endure when Death embraces?
Answering: When the fire ceases, I will release your pieces, and pray that they can sleep in peace.
- Alexander McCurdy