As I sit with my contemplations in the silence of my days I ponder the worlds that call upon me, such silent delays And I am terrified because I have grown so vastly lost All worlds easily go on without a single man, Shane Frost My dreams tormented and tormenting yet I cannot make it end Dragging into the holes of my insecurities, my fears in trend and the voices that whisper, oh lord they speak little too So alone, abandoned with the parasite as I'd always knew
