A whirlwind of blown emotions, a scattered shrapnel of trust,
A need becomes all encompassing, desire becomes a must,
An addiction to belonging, the most destructive need of all,
The rise that is the most thrilling becomes the most dangerous way to fall,
Memories nothing more than phantoms that occupy a fractured mind,
That\'s left forever wondering why there could never be a response in kind,
A touch that flows electric becomes the only thing to save a damaged psyche,
But as the minutes become hours, the hours become days, salvation becomes unlikely,
So the dream becomes a nightmare, what was pure just a disgrace,
A few well perused and yellowed photographs all that now remain to show life ever occupied this space.