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I Am Alone

Breathing in tranquility that was not before, a mistaken sense of anguish I could not ignore
Repeating, dying, resurrected in and endless tribute to nothingness
Fond touch, perceived life, cultured becomings of what was tradition
Found in living fairytales a dormant state now entered finding peace in disguise
Of horror, a sheep in wolves clothing, a breath of death for living purposes
No knowing, fleeing out of existence, walking among empty brethren
Light fades in daylight, a silhouette, a darkness I call my own
I am alone
The heartbeat of memory as it dies and is remembered as itself at it’s own wake
A beautiful ending in what no one could name or dilute with their own lies
An end to suffering and torment, the flower falls to the floor but not before it’s pedals
Life dies before the body, the body cannot detach from the illusion but the true self is tired
Am I in despair? No, in solitude my being and I are reunited
The identical twins separated at birth, remains of a former illusion stain no more
A love lost, the minds illusion of losing something never found, my mind is my own
I am alone
Alone yet not lonely, taking realization of desolation for as many years
Truth will not conform, it leaves lies and resides in a small house in the country side
It takes shelter and refuge amongst those hearts waiting far to long for deaths embrace
Purpose has fallen, or has it? Purpose is self and self cannot lie, nor will it deplete
Leaving behind nothing, nothing is all I came here with and all I was given
I don’t belong here, a thorn bush amongst roses, although roses too have thorns
Which are more deadly, yet they prick the masses because the rose is desired
No one would pick a thorn bush, therefore the thorn bush in the end has his solitude
Watching the sun rise and moon overtake the sky in final hours he will live forever
As the roses die in vases, he makes sense and will not be discouraged or a drone
He sits beside me, we are alone
Happiness in illusion, happiness in thought, the decision unmade
Love no longer exists so we will all die alone in that promising ending
Given to us by our parents, my being trembles as the hour passes
I am alone, my immortality is exact for I will be here long after my body
Not known by people or remembered by the books, but remembered by the soil
And swept in eternity by the winds, you will not know me, I am of no concern
This world is not my home, I am alone
Open my door, I am not here, send a message, I will not receive it
None of you exist to me, your hate and cruelty are not my own
I am alone
I am not ill, I do not need care, my wings have been spread and then clipped by times changing
Pestilence that is openly embraced by the multitudes, I withdraw, conclusion to the fouled
Teachings and misguided charisma of another selling serpents tongues has befriended me and
Taken me home and given me a room, a place of understanding and melodic seclusion
I leave only what I came here with, nothing, the darkness embraces me as an honest and caring lover
We are forever in great standings, my final words will be pushed by the wind and howled through cracked doors, “ to the world, I quit you”
I am alone…

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