there is nothing to absorb the shock, the hurt
there is less than there was, but never enough
there is a way but it is a blind alley, fear has closed
                                                          ­                    my
                                          ­                                   eyes
there is no one to trust, so we trust no one
there is page after page of pages of words that mean nothing
       (the internet is a desert and it all looks the same)
there is an end, we have sown sadness, we will reap madness
there is  a Lover of our soul,
             if all else fails and we find shoals
             we know we won't be alone
             as the ocean of sharks gets frenzied
             as we struggle tangled and are denied
             pieces inedible we find the deepest trench
there is a tough decision, hard one, gut wrenching,
                                     it is so cold and so dark sunk so deep
                                                 still sinking, into the silence
                                                         ­             which paralyzes the soul

S.O.S.
S.O.S.

S.O.S.