Baskadia

In the eyes of another death is beautiful,  see

Nothing grows until it finally dies....

And you’ll never find the truth until you’ve found the lies...

And now that I’ve started pulling some strings, somethings are unraveling and I don’t like what I’m seeing but yet I proceed....

I’m pushing, a sense of a lost direction just stirred up but I keep on pressing to find the answers....

The path of a lost soul is where I’m walking.....

I don’t know what or where I’m going but I’m desperate to find the answer  at the end of it all (Might loose myself in the process).....

Now I’m just letting it all fall apart so I’ll take the pieces, and reconstruct everything I once believed in.