Filled with sorrow...
Bleak inner self touched by pride,
devoured by solitude, still wrapped in time.
Flowing pain...
Holding myself back in suspicion...
and lingering in the dust...
the dust of my abandoned remains.
Killed with the dagger of life...!
Such an exquisite pride in my suffering...
alone, all alone with the emotional
streams of my soul...
So real, so pure... yet i'm left aside
entangled in fear... without hope.
Raped by the light of the world...
Scorned, left behind and broken down...
I am truly left alone,
but somehow... just somehow
it feels like my loneliness is a victory
over the self-delusion of joy... and h