Observed On A Slant

None of this makes sense but then it doesn't have to as all it has to do is resonant

I was normal  then you tried to impose your world upon me

When you stand alone when you stand at the end of the path this is no pinnacle

You cannot change the world but you can leave a mark if only a scratch

 

Insistent without words that we were changing back to a character we had picked up but held quiescent in every part of our being until now the last awakening the dawning of a sleep and eternal nightmare