There Are Some Remedies Worse Than the Disease

They say the cure for loneliness Is just to find a friend But what if that friend Was a dead end? The times enjoyed Throughout the years Come to a halt As the time slows The ticking comes to a close Then it slowly comes back The thoughts of it all Just like a sloth, they crawl Haunting. Panic. The rush. Faster. Go. Run to his aid. Reach out and feel the beating heart the breath the kiss life.