Solitude within madness, mirages of productive dreams. Hope that feeds sadness, vocalized silent screams. Happiness a myth, tranquility amides war. A dying life, lived, equality an unbalanced score.
Preconceived ideals, belated, roaring echo's of nothing. Trust, a lie of patience, sensitivity too long in coming. Selectively choosing, not at all. Images of blank apparitions, deafeningly hearing your silent call.
