I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I welcome it in

desperate for rest

I run till i fall in search of it all..

The charm of the quiet

I’m under its’ spell

I scream till I yell

hungry for anyone to look at me and tell..

I may be alone

as my grasp gives way to the icy fingers on their own

no one there to warm my hand..

It’s ok – I understand..

The only way outward is inward

Don’t think me coward

for there isn’t a lie I’d rather know than the truth..