cover your face.    you will find no shelter here amid ghosts and their secrets.   where every glance is consequence.   and nothing leaves unheard.   hide yourself for they are watching.   to fall away.    to slowly drift from madness is a dream that soothes my mind.   something sweet.    something i long for.   the time of departure is arriving.    i can feel it on my skin. in the air.   its hope fills my breath as the healing begins.   all that was known is begining to fade.   as the tide pulls me under, and perfect peace consumes my fragile shell, all is well with me.