• What are we but lost souls grasping at deteriorating threads,
    If the words we speak cannot convey the gravity of our feeling,
    Our dispirit emotion, leaving the atmosphere around us fill with
    The lack of self expression we allow
    The air is thickened with passion,
    But our eyes are jaded by pent up emotion,
    Seeping through our skin,
    But express nothing but
    Incoherent sentences bordering on insanity,
    And we’ve never been this
    At a loss for words.