We the unloved, the wonderers, we seek but do not find. We long for our hearts to pump alive with the life giving blood of love. We wear our masks to deceive what we really are.
LOST!
trying to find where we belong, who we belong with and
why we belong. For to be only one half of a hole, to 
feel the desolate baron void, we call a heart.
We want to feel the blood of love run through our veins.
We want to fill our hearts with the essence of that 
which we thirst. PASSION! Can we survive a life time of 
being alone? Because I do not want to be as an unknown.