Parameter

Um. Just a boy scraping by, I suppose. They say a door opens when another one's closed. My mind is open to the changes I seek...but no one out there hears a word I speak. Of course, you're quiet as a mouse, you said. The reality is I've been screaming in bleeding in a way scarcely known to the world. Rhymes that beat in time like concubines coming to their client. Parameter.