beyond tiredness,
comes the lonliness.
shadows of death leark around,
waiting, sometimes wanting to be found.
my soul cries outloud,
but nobody hear's a sound.
boredom follows,
that even the night won't swallow.
fields of fantasies,
left untouched,
unexplored,
doubtful that they will ever be emplored.
youthful innocence fades,
as hope is lost like the excitement of a parade.
happy once,
though fleeting in the dust.
