Lost in a sea of faces.
And emotions running weak.
The blank stares are driven from despair.
Here is where he found me.
Like the rest lost and forgotten.
On the break of insanity or bond to succumb from isolation.
In him was the power to make me laugh.
To make me whole and remind me of how to be alive.
Little to my knowledge this angle face housed a demon.
The snake who lay with me tonight sought to bite in the morning
