The Helix Nebula Sometimes in the broken barrier of a rising sun The moon presses against its baring chest Awaken me for I am hazy and without rest Rain formed from endless love Love molded and shaped from boxed souls smothered and unable to breath From the hallway a window opened The wind blows like wave-sickled particles Along the crooked hallway Lays a dying man His face is covered in black And bares a crooke[...]