I WILL DRAIN THEE OF ALL LIFE! American Poverty. One Generation Removed From White Trash

Like a demon that sucks your soul out through your emotions that have been frazzled by the brains overdrive of thinking what to do next. Like sinking in a depth of dark waters without a breath, allowing you to rise every few seconds to gasp just enough air to sustain you while you're pulled back down into the pits of despair, for yet another round of suffocation.

In the pits I wonder slowly, freely loosing my sanity at each passing. It floats, it slips away in a fashion that time can not describe. It descends up and out and I am helpless to do a thing as I watch it go. It's as if you can see yourself leaving the rational thought, the safe embodiment of order, galloping in slow motion.....off into the discord of detachment. Detachment brought about by an infallible regret of the loss of control.

It's by the accord of the Norns this fate hath come to pass, is passing and will still come into existence from the winds of tomorrow's nightmares. Udr, Verdandi, Skuld! The weaving of the sisters of Wyrd! From Odin's lips to their loom I do gleam thee from this pit of monetary madness. Hail thee to the comer for he who knows this thing too knows sorrow beyond the violin's singing strings!