incitatus Black's pages of Art, prose and music. You are responsible for your
self, society is responsible for all this and what may come in the hereafter.
Sometimes as i wonder-sit, comes the thunder comes the
No more does the rain to free, the memories of that eyes
I've killed before and yet I've loved, so my story tells
But how is it that i do both? How is it to be?
i ask myself and ask the skies, though they answer more
And so I care to leave myself to the moment of the door.
Enter here-Leave your sanity here.