Human kind

Sensations come over me like turning wheels. Cogs turning, clocks ticking in my head so sweet then sleep the sound. I have seen such dark hearts in preparation for going.
Some of them came as well, but didn't stay for long. A wolf in seeps clothing I walk among the living dead. Like flies on honey they will swarm to you. Like an extra disciple, a Greek court official, a lone god the will forsake you. So many yet so few far away from hope. Pain love hope lust art be existence. The most of which longed after is love. The most important is to be to exist. However the greatest of these is love.