You're on the other side
But I hold the flame.
I dropped it and caught the wood ablaze.
Indifference did not soothe,
nor wine from a skin.
Those written words you left behind
misunderstood to begin with.
Tell, again, the tale of Fortunato
it is my own.
stuck behind the bricks, drunk in a jester's cap
All for the love of God. Yes, for the love of God.