Silent heart bleeding story

Words, like tourette's spill from my mouth. For lack of an ear to hear them.

Stories, posted to the electronic for lack of brotherhood to tell them.

Tears, like river flow for lack of hand to wipe them.

Mind, like engine race for lack of track to drive it.

Back to the abyss. The only constant in a universe of change. The nothingness, the only lover to never leave. The darkness, the only friend to ever count on. The silence, the roaring support of community to hear.

You can judge a man by the company he keeps.