There is a crack formed above my bedroom door.

I stand in the corner of my bedroom on the clean carpet.

I want to play my guitar, but it is not working.

I could budget for a repair, but it feels miles too far.

There was a crack in the core but nobody cared because it functioned with a smile.

If the crack grows large enough, blood will spill unto the masses and then…

… if the dawn shall be so forgiving we can enter the new kingdom.

Rain onto thy soul … and beauty gathers her sawdust … where the roses thorns meet the cracks.