In the empty soul
where nothing is whole
there is darkness.
Fear takes over.
The sirens of hysteria scream louder.
The forward marching of our destruction gains power.
The cries of panic begin to fill the air.
The search light is on, but no one is there.
We cannot find one another.
When we are all isolated within our own individual shells,
No connection is left.
The cries transmute into moaning.
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