Fear of fears and cruelty. Abandoned and haunted by silence A silhouette tear, statuesque frozen through years of permofrost drama, like the anguish of youth, a conundrum to sterile, a truth of whispers fly bye-bye to the ghost in your closet. Now a skeleton of has been purpose that sails by on a slipstream of memory, biting tongues caress the heartbeat of your anguish, sweet lullabies dance to the frozen tears.