I sit around for a call that never comes, A text that never shows. As minutes pass my soul becomes dehydrated of life, I listen to my heart beat as it counts down to my expiration...as time slips through my fingers as love once did, all i may attempt to see is a lonely death just like my birth. My mind surrounded by solitude,pain,and betrayal loses all grasp on reality and what is thought to be humanity...i become a monster within and no beauty to revive my broken soul...forever to wander without purpose in the realm of darkness which is the world......Good Bye. To whom it may concern, ~G~