fauxcroft

In succour we find consolation

Even within the depths of isolation

A sense of heightened expectation

Leaves us cherishing the sensation

That we can conquer all our fears

Survive those moments where we shed tears

Of desolation and desperation

Leaves us choosing unity or separation

From society and all of it woes

This brutal existence that spins out of control

And leaves us feeling helpless and vulnerable

And in need once again of consolation and succour.