Re-posts

Fear breeds in your heart where lonely spikes of ice grow to stab the wounds.
A perplexing puzzle to which the key therein lies.
Destitute of feelings long lost in a troublesome war of waging paths and foes of many hearts.
Can you save yourself while walking that path of frozen obliteration?
Or will you succumb to the tears that fall so irreverently down the face of the fallen?
Hear those that cannot weep.
Listen to the sorrows of those lost.
A second wasted brings the love of many times flooding in to see what truly lies and what has decayed.
Disregard the wasted lives; the mirth that once echoed through these vacant halls.
Cry oceans in your distaste.
Dread will never compensate for all the mortals reimbursed in your wake.
Shallow shells of human beings adrift in the watchful eye of one too jaded to see the truth.