I am Woe

Come in, I am woe. Low and behold a behemoth at rest, I must confess it has been too long. Far too long has it been gone in your life the existence of your lies as your eyes perceive madness in disguise. Far too long has it been for your heart to be at rest yet steadily beating in your breast pumping disdain through your chest that comes out of your mouth with every breath. Far too long has it been for your mind to go blind only to see a clone of everyone of your kind. Is not nothing unique in the treacherous sea of souls that alas low and behold has been left to this behemoth at rest? Yet I must still confess that it has been far too long for soul to wade in the water of distrust on the banks of lust and in the river of dust with the righteous hovering over with a declaration of what is just. Far too long has it been tiresome to divulge right from wrong from an overplayed song. With my brow wet from sweat I sit here at rest with your heart beating in my chest as we share the same interest in the changes that should be made for the best. I am woe; I dwell below in a hole that sinks through the pits of your soul into a darkness that screams at you to confess. I scream at you and beseech you to give this behemoth some rest! Give me time and space to erase the memories of your face. Give me a place to hide and as I stride give me a place to confide within. I am WOE come in…