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Solitude is my only friend …
Gives me all that I don’t want, still I need…
Out in the dark, alone it feeds…
Makes me insane sometimes though
It carves all that is hidden and ploughs all that don’t need to…
Tells me “So be it, I am your friend now”…
It has taken my vow; it has taken me from myself…

What is now and what should not be…
What for I am and what for all this is?
Doesn’t want me to come out of this whipping circle…neither do I
They say what you think makes you.
What should I think and what should I make of me?

Looking at the past, it wasn’t great but I wasn’t miserable (?) as it is now.
They say “take from history that is beneficial”…
What for now and what for this moment?

Intrigues me to my innermost fears…
What shall I make of me, for good or for bad?
Placid like lake, moribund like stainless eyes…
It has embraced me like my brother…
It has made life out of nothing and it’s sculpting it for nothing…

Smile is a luxury of past,
They say happiness lies within…
What if nothing want to be there within?
Thoughts of dark don’t scare me…
When you don’t possess something, you dare to loose…

Choose from what is remaining of me…
Choose from the moment that is bestowed upon…
Choose from nothing and gratify myself…

Low light on a distant highway….
Doesn’t encourage me enough to look at it…
Could I be here all alone as the day pass by?
Could I be me with my veins searching for me?

Sound within searching for my soul…
Soul within searching for me…
Me searching for myself and the cause of me…
Extension of thoughts evinced into confusion…

Shall I say I am in hiding…?
No longer overwhelmed by me…