Alone is a taste familiar to my tongue,
  when the sun of humanity depleats leaving
                       darknesses depth in its wake
the effervessent tears
pour from my eyes
as if they are gyzers set to explode on comand
             It only come after I'm threadbare and torn , after
I'm buried.... but not mourned
and you are the hate that cracks parched lips
     choking back the curses of adolecence
 lost in rabbit holes