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coming to a decision of isolation

a single mided escapade

a hermit of time

I am more than I

loneliness but a sigh

my companion a mind

sick and infested

with a hatred for society

alive with a dying disease

I scream silently

and only I can hear me

why such pain in todays menagerie

such elitist notions

in a seperatist cage

I have all their pent up rage

all their intellect and grace

but a new breed always shuns the old

and I am aged beyond belief

a recycled soul in a plastic world

disfigured and blue

I don't know how to be yourself

just my own sort of demon

though I am cold

I am never leaning