A crowded room is such a lonely place, wear a fragile mask upon a weary face. Everybody’s here but there’s nobody there and there’s nothing to do except sit and stare. The distant sounds of joy and laughter drifting like echoes in dusty rafters. As you slowly subside, sinking way down low and you're silently wondering how far you can go. Your eyelids are heavy, they’re beginning to close but nobody sees you so nobody knows. They’re intent on their own monotonous ways as they chase their tails for oblivious days. Darkness is waiting to numb your pain, wrapping you in arms, welcome back again. Engulfing and total, a cushion of peace where stress and strains just simply cease. Hello my dark friend, I ask you once more to come fill my soul, my mind and my core. Let nothing but the peace of Panacea slip past, hold me until time takes the pieces at last. * Written by Darren Scanlon, 19th April 2014. Revised 18th May 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.