We are that connection that everyone desires; we are that grip on the rim of the deep valley.
We are those small abnormalities; we fed on the flesh and the hopes of poor souls.
We are part of a secret equation; we disappear under the sun, we deliver fake love, false hope and a modern vision for equality.
Are we human?
No son, we are freaks; don't be overwhelmed with their energy for life, and don't fall for their holy living.
They grow old we don't, they fall hard, we remain.
We are that connection that everyone desires.

artwork by John Wentz