insomnia has a way of making you appreciate a comfortable bed

the day has come and all the picture frames have realized their shattered fate. the autumn leaves woke up in destiny's cold embrace. i've been drawing up these battle plans for as long as i can remeber, consider them a confimration of my love for you. i am making my last stand here in this, the art of strategic warfare. listen to the quiet symphony of men marching to the melody of their own children screaming. my masterpiece is complete when these air raids add a generous texture to the blood-stained city streets. come sit with me on this hill and watch the world i created go up in one bright flame tonight. i've been calculating my convictions. how did my soul come to love this deistic paradise? when did my heart learn to accept such hollow scenery? i long to breath outside of this casket but i need its warmth in this frozen solitude.