"these trying times..."
in the morning wake of the depressing flower of the bloomingdales in autumn, i have seen past these trying times of retribution and begetting only pain, i've tried all too hard to be what is not permitted to be and now the chaos uprising inside of me has taken to a whole new level. uncompromising is pain and the torment settles in for one last laugh as my heat whithers with these trying times of tribulation and grieving. see only still my pain. gather your insolence, for the revolt is rising in me. and i haven't the mind to comprehend the thoughts of fun and rage. lead me not into temptation, Lord, yet silence the screams that have abound these trying times...