Forever alone are those of ages passing. Growing cold in forbearing isolation, spasms and mourn fill this damned desolation. Having only the present yet yearning for the past, they nary forget the dearest and last. Fear and captivation dictating every thought and motion, scars for-never healing. How past mistakes and breathe intakes should never have happened, but what can we do when pain is amassing? become forever alone with the ones of ages passing.