During these days of isolation. I've been unfamiliar with my unaware. I feel foreign to these, those yet they open up my deceived. Filling the holes of emotion on which I dwell. I'm driven aimlessly into depression. Nestled into a bubble of my life I've never touched. I feel death and pain unknown to my concious life. Closed off from what I cannot reach. I've watched my life burn silk wax, my hope was crushed, let me go away. Excuse me if I frighten you with my eyes. My mind hasn't fed in years. Sometimes the end meets my needs. Survival is pulling apart the scars of open wounds. Where am I? Forget all now, I have awaited only as far as I can. Empty, cold shivering my eyes all dried out. My hair caresses my body. Me holding myself as I grieve. I will envy for a thousand years. Weeping sounds across my head. My blankets filled in pain. Cripple my hands, now they're gone, gone. I speak but only in a tone. I can no longer hear pretend with me surrounds. I cannot take control. Everything is nothing as I was young, never could describe the worlds of pain I've seen, wounds that will never heal, I don't want to be this anyhow torn back from all nothing is left in me torn. Itallseems so far away, but I know it was so real. I can't remember what I saw only what I felt, why did I fall, where are you. Where are you, despise my soul, buried beyond the clouds of ancient snow.