The naked truth is the final trait of reality.

I am without speech, for my words are offensive. I am without sight, for it is clouded. I am without heart, for it has hardened. I am without sound, for it has muffled. I am without soul, for it has drowned. I am scared as I feel alone and seceived by all I thought cared for me.

Window panes come crashing down amidst the tears and paivVanishing hopes are gone and flew away Up above through twilight. Shadows cast across the floor Reflections of the past. Trembling thoughts of one Dwelling deep within the soul. A mystical sense of reality Captured by the craze. All in bewilderment Of the shock in the wave. A shudder, a scream, darkness envelops my soul

Will I be released???