And so he found me,
crouched in some desolate corner of my mind,
jaded by worldly virtues,
blinded by society's ills.
I was left here one cold and tragic night,
when dreams turned into nightmares of faded reality,
when voices retreated to deafening silence.
Yes, he found me, face in hand,
as the hourglass emptied its sands of fading light,
when voices echoed into,
a chasm of whimpering cries.
CDF 2009
