They disappear into the darkness, from whence they came, out for justice, in lieu of blame. Pry and wiggle your way in, like worms, on a carousel, taking turns. Heart beating, blood flowing, souls feeding, never knowing. My emotional seedlings devein, unheard and vehement bleeding heart process, you are the vessels that drain me, as I garner the ghosts face. Fate as it seems, disguised by your eyes, detracting from the faces of the faceless, creates music of my silent cries. Disappearing into the darkness, before you came, fate's becoming tasteless, lyrics of a heart tamed. Hope: universe of the pseudo coup, provides their touch in an infinite loop. It's never to soon, to be considered doomed.