.is it the thoughts or this life that scares you the most? Or both you suppose as a ghostly image you walk alone! No television nor phone can ease you, men cant please you, for they only plunder an take! Heartbrake! You want that cuddiling warmth an sensation, like child to the blanket, a godess you are indeed. In the stars do you succeed as your blood moans the moon. For where is thy tomb? In your own bed? Your own room? Riddled with nightmare affects, canst thou see your caress an kindness you give to others? For whos the one another you seek? A wretched man or your jaulting happiness? Where sadness is gone one day for you to sing songs hand and hand with your truest of lovers!