The chains that break you, are the chains that make you. And the chains that make you, are the chains you break.

Key the mind, and set the soul free.

Let me be me, or let me be.

Death moved in the night, in search for blood, and when it found Life, it passed on by, like a cloud that moves by the face of the moon. When he found those dead without the red, he took the life before them born first, and the mourning emptied itself till the morning.

The dog leash was still tied tight around the oak tree in the back, stretched worn and limp across the green grass as if trying to escape to freedom; and he buried his wife without a tombstone. Where before, she sat most times in his home, licking her wounds.

They say to think within the box, but it's funny how those in the box never go anywhere, where those outside it, get to see the world.