Within the sounds of the night, between the grey and the black, where fear stands, and love is emptied, into the silence, the voices halt. The dry canyons of the mouthpiece pay the toll for the errors of the heart. Inside, the pauses and the rain of the cries are whispered. So loud the cries burst forth, with power they lunge at the spaces in the void. To reach no ear, to see no soul. The grasping of the weights of the heart and the bitterness of the tears the tongue remembers.
The sounds stop and the silence fills the air. Withered into the void of the empty night, with the scenes of sorrow to fills ones dreams, they lay still and quiet.
The weight is heavy for the lonely to carry.