Sitting lost and lonely, nothing seems to change, alone and at once surrounded by people, always and again.
My brain is hardwired for a form of deep despair.
Losing all that's sacred, this is not a good thing, coated in their misgivings lost among their lies.
Fear surrounds me in a misty cloak of damp gray.
Shading me from good with a vengeance, hiding me from light with a sadistic certainty.
Love lost, learned and lost again how can I shed this cloak and breathe again?
The colors have washed out, the air is thick with humid loss...
How can I bring myself to live again?
A.J. Downey
04-05-2000
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