Fallin in luv with the empty of knowing its all there is. Goin the tingle to hands releasing the clinching of fists. Easing out of the letting of bein consumed. Eye to eye with the feel of untold truths. The callin of the ache is what's real face to face after all. In shattered frames flung from the memories wall. Silence of moans comfort the let down of use showing times window. Playing with finger puppets dancing in the mind with shadows. The passion rests to become whole within the digging of self. Backtracking to realize the pit is where the gift resides without help. Caged in is the animal molded by false hopes. Turning inward before the slit cuts the throat. It's the loneliness of relations that's captivated everything I've ever known. Now so for in luv with the pain no one can hear me whistle a flow. Gone in the distance I'm out there running away from affection. As words find their way upon pages of determination. To flow from the guts tense state of having been n came back too many times. Only uncertainties breathe the heated failure in whines. The lower the feel the better understanding that raids my life. All out war has ended with the final result of comfort settling the lies. Giveth the intention n the taking is a slide of hands. In the bowls of misfortune I've fallen madly in luv with who I am as a man.