it beats as you betray.it mourns when thou are lost. it aches at the silence and quivers in the darkness. child like in so many ways it yearns for the calm collected freedom that is sheltered by the hand of love.we all perish when what we know.. becomes the unknown.agonizing are the depths of the dark uncharted nothings.the hatred not really hatred but fear.inevitably it shall come.coldness settles. brittle tears and crumbling hearts disintegrate
