When you scatter your truths you bury your reason.
Every word was a fracture she pained to meet my gaze.
It was then I knew the truths she had  denied.

We are but dreams void of thought.
Creatures seeking approval yet swimming in rejection.
Night I embrace you alone in thought.  

When pain is certain plessure must become
a nightmare for i feel nothing in the hours in which i write.
My hollow thoughts just a means to reflect reason.

Ive found friends are but a nice thought to which I cannot remember.
the end is near.

For within her eye's I see the face held close not my own.  
And the regret of a man standing befor her.
Sometimes the best path is one we walk alone.