I have began to sit
And to sit alone
All by myself
I figure I bought this.
Stoic mood
Is the flavor
Of my saviour.
Solitude.
Of the mind
That is a trap
--Inside
Alone.
Pride from
the torn hide
No more
Of the essence
of
Life.
Scars across all
as the stars above.
Time is victim
And future child.
Darkness is true
And is the saving
motion of a dying
person.
When the world
felt full
is when
a person lives.
Break it,
the essence of life
drains from it
With the taste of salt.
Its purity gone
It stings the
expression
forever.
Is solitude the
final
answer to
my fate?
Forever I can
write.
Eternally
I can.
Always remember
ing every
thing
endlessly.
A cold heart
exists because
it was bled
to death.
Reach for
The stars
To find a
lost dream.
Pointless laughing
Inane thoughts
Discontinued
Reasoning
of
want.
What is purpose
without
its perspective
of mind.
Meaning of
life eternal
is a decision
--Mine of love.
A perfect world
a bond pure
--shattered
gone.
Wishful thinking
that is
hope.
Then
there is
the
--rope.
Two rights
do not make
a wrong.
One wrong
Destroys all right.
What an eternal
Rant
From the internal.
The music speaks
of the past
it pulls
for perfection.
Systematic
Destruction
Of all
thoughts.
it is in this
we find truth of
ourselves.
we
all want
something.
--What is
the eternal
grab?
The reason
we continue
for a moment
--or for
hell's existence.
Chaos in order
surround
all sides
by sound.
Give that
feeling
OF
SOLITUDE.