GRAYWALL

Life,
as hard as a crocordile's skin
Quite lonely though, 
  the passage may be.

sometimes,
it's quite okay.
To watch all thy lonelyness
In ages, turn endless.
Someday maybe,
All these hollow faces
With barren promises
Will fade away
With the trepid touch
Of the lonely nights
Maybe time,
Will someday shed it's wings
And cast of its veil
Unwrapping friends from foe.
Maybe somehow,
One will find a way
To save oneself
From being left to dry
On empty shelves
By those we call friends
For human as we are,
We are far beyond the limits
Of vulgar faith.
Timor mortis conturbat me...