Fall down, Stay down,

we are wolves. haunted by the sunlight. we are merely men, vessels of an outspoken word. we are in this forever. we are surrounded by a glimpse of sanity, strained through the idea of hopefulness. we are wolves. we are the tiniest of meaning. we are the memories forgotten through smoke screens serving their purpose calmly steady in a single filed line. we are that white light that flashes in the sky, that brings heavy destruction, and beats the very soul of the imagination. i will fall from the cloud when i am no longer serving such a purpose. i will never fall from our cloud. speak clearly child. hold your head high, prove to them that for the purpose of maintaining forever is a simple blink of your eye. farewell my fellow man, hold close the soft whispers of their dreams.