Lonesome

The anonymous sound, briskly tampers with peace.

When time seems to age in delay and emotions evokes emptiness, the embodiment  of loneliness empowers and the fleeting peace expire. Shredding what has evolved into a brittled soul seeking excitement in the bright and vulgar noise of life. Only to temporally drown the vigor essence of silence in the darkness that you yourself nourished. Until all seems too frequent and the toll of time deteriorates rapidly in the crisp sound of life, do you wish to revert to your dose of silence in terms with peace. Once again beginning a cycle of meaningless deception to fill your vacant emotions. A candle slowly degraded, by the gaunt fire of life that illuminate your surrounding, yet still cast's your shadow in the presence of silence and desolation.