. There's no name to call. The ones that can't see. The light that shines. Above their lives. I can't say my life is *. I have to see them too. I just live into my world. Far from the pain they feel. Just
I wake up in the basement. I'm so hungry. I'm dry. I must be here sleepwalking. Mustn't I?. Getting up from my easy chair looking for my wife. Following a trail of crimson. Spots that lead