ASomberHeart

As the day fades and the night grows as the Commings and goings begin to die down.The Erie silence of the midnight hour begins to take place remembrance within the mind of the sleeping folks, some imagining the joy some fantasize about the pleasure and some recall the nightmare each time they wake. uncontrollable tears that no one sees unyielding cries that no one hears torturous words uttered in silence bruising the soul. O why is there so much anger,sadness and hate which permeates our everydays our every nights succumbing to the evilness which has always been which will always be.selfishness has written itself on everyone's forehead visible to only those who know truth.