Introducing Dante

What golden path was laid out for you? Was it one paved by an unfeeling teacher of nothing? Empty promises of futures filled with hope yet delivered upon a dried bone platter of dead dreams. My words might fall upon deaf ears but even a head turned away in disapproval can FEEL the agony emanating from my bones.

Hope was my poison, delivered throughout the years in such small dosage, that I didn't recognize my own death approaching. Now my soul is dead and the carcass rests in my eyes. The path of a dreamer is riddled with failures. I shall wait on the side of that path and when you see my eyes look up at yours don't be afraid. For my golden path will be your bridge into heaven.

The world needs broken dreamers to light the way.

Use my soul as kindle for the fire.