The moment you think everything is perfect, it all starts to fall apart. Your perspective of the world is shifted, and the ground you once trusted, begins to steal your balance. Time is shattered and now you are lost.
The smell of fear is sweet, easily wrapping you in confusion. By the time vibrations pound your eardrums, sound is silent. The room slowly begins to spin, and with every scream you lose it. The hairs on your neck stand guard and though there is an absence of cold, you can taste the loneliness. If you can break the illusion of darkness and imprison your pride, it will make living in this world a less miserable life.
Speak softly in the moment, though it is over, friendship can be gained. The perfect moment you thought you once had, was merely a dream.
