Never have I heard a rattle,
Seen the paleness of a ghost,
Felt warmth and joy,
Then immeadiately,
Unthinkable cold.
Smiled at uncertainty,
Held my head high,
In this cocoon of mine,
Sheltered within these terrible lies,
Felt the need to console,
Even tried to relate,,
Wall after wall barricades the way,
Hey what's that?
It's too late..
