Sonars

Romanticize the idea of downfall

We are all broken, just looking for a place to call home. Someone to share your neurosis and comfort your pain. Wounded carry the wounded.

The flags stay at half mast in this tragic nation. You will be denied the peace you seek. Duplicity is the currency of this day.

Six steps away, one more and I'm faded. Someone told me stop, but I can't now and I won't. Leaning off the edge I can almost feel the ground

A ship without a lifeboat sinking fast. Foreign, unforgiving waters. Raise your hands take in a deep breath, let oblivion be your savior.