effortless fall
 slim attitude freedom
 slums of solitude
 and frank forgiveness 
  
 no neck cowardice 
 leonine simplicity 
 matter of fact rage
 faulty anger
 and last but not least 
 misunderstood kindness 
  
 stuttered on the wind of terrors
 and uttered over flames
 of fires no longer burning
 but still singeing our souls
  
 I grope my mind for my 
 own madness
 and hope I can find it