voices lunging from walls invade my mind disturbing images of self truth that simply faded into glimmering pools where my shadows lay. the ground split open swallowed the remains of a callous boy, weakened by each softened blow. crumbling from the feet past me collapses with each falling piece. no way see a different option or hopeful outlook, did no one hear the silent screams drowning soberness with orchestration. fello de se the imagery of these nightmares turned live broadcast across the continent through letters never sent.