Truth hiding under clay.
Vibrations rip the core.
Truth is not vibrating.
Truth is in a box so far away.
The box can be sketched but not found.
Pain, feeling lost, terrified and alone.
Truth is never lost or frightened.
There is no box for the lost.
The terrified will never find the box.
Nothing can break the lost but they are smashed.
Meaningless and alone.
The box is empty, always there.