My hollow shell of my exisitence has the pertinence to be brave with a relevance to the very people who stood by there unnamed graves. Unmaned and but never shallow there I would of cast no shadows. With the pronunciation of life to be but a butterfly floating  through a clear blue sky reincarnated after I die. As they lie lonely like a solitary cloud so still with only brittal bones. Never hearing sad songs sung but still we sing without queen's and kings. Knowing there to dead to hear there tones. With no thoughts to guide them into the light. knowing only darkness is there only friend.