A Lurking Shadow

How perfidious is it to hide, not to be found and be recognized for the values not revealed but shamefully being cast aside? How deplorable is it to renounce existing, refusing the crown of meekness, a life of peaceful days, of a lesser complicity and accept the glory of vanity... when feelings of betrail resurge, contesting the perception of loss beyond credibility? Does one choose loneliness so voraciously sought, that retreat from a squalid existence that fate brought to a secluded place that lacks colors and sounds allowing horrid darkness to descend upon defeats, blocking out the brilliance and blighting the thoughts of a mind in search of solitude and self-awareness? How pathetic us to turn into a lurking shadow to conceal the frown of scorn, the angry look of hurt... rejecting soothing comfort, accepting horrid sorrow! Do all have the same principles of idiocy and follow a deceiving voice swerving them from reason... does it offer delusions that attempt treason? How strong is their effect on honesty; how will it coordinate with their choice?