the s c a r i e s t of them all?
holding hands with loneliness, as laughter and love bring pain to your ears.
losing yourself in the 3 am silence, as the open eyes trace nightmares of the past.
letting out agonized shrieks, when tears run out of stock.
quenching for warmth in the stone cold land of triviality.
the lost soul now seeks for a perspicacity that had once been.