The moment seems to surround you,
Like walls closing in, suffocating the air...

Each breath, like a melody deep within,
Echoing addictive vibrations, notes...

It's hard when you lose a friend,
One you felt a connection with...

I wonder if we could ever be one,
With your simple, adolescent, dead heart...

It is strange to me,
To think of the obscured memories...

The enamor of conversation,
Is completely beyond my control...

A damp moonlight,
Blankets the serenity...

Echoes.
Screams...

Hey you.
Person...

Abandoned is the heart of a fool,
Yet the mind presumes it's process...

Deepest links,
Farthest roads...

The time is right,
It's time for my cycle...