I sat on a wounded chair in a room filled with silence and peace, nobody was there I spoke to the dead and still plastics of life, to seek, love, comfort and care Caged in my imagination crowded , I was unaware I was not alone, I felt a deep stare
Body's become heavier Knees begin to shiver Hands and arms are tingling Eyes involuntarily close Mind becomes empty Then you feel weak Wanting to fade for a while.