Isolation
The emptiness and isolation has become to much
Being constantly disconnected, I cant help but feel cut off
My subjective sense of inner hollowness
There is distinction from solitude as I hear my own voice
But never have I had the luxury to make that choice
So I can show you the saddest smile that you have ever seen
Keeping me close but not to far from obscene
I thought I could cope with these changes in life
Patterns essential in making me right.
So when two months have felt more like 10 years
I am forever faced with battling my fears
Diminished restorative processes start affecting my sleep
Each waking moment becomes the nightmare in dreams
So no one will notice, as I walk by
Another face in the street
But in truth, just another lonely guy.