Alone.

So very alone.

The echoes in my mind

Reflect back, and I hear.

"Alone.

"So very alone."

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I can't very well understand.

Why it is or why,

I cant.

But what I know is simple, im reminded very slow

I'm alone,

So very alone.

At days end im just the same as I was

Alone.

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Off in the distance I see,

Those who are very near to me.

And yet I do not know them, or cannot grasp

Their clothing in these hands.

I hear the voice inside my mind,

Cry to itself as it weeps inside

It says:

"Alone!

"So very alone!"

"So where to go, shall we go?!

"That we might not be alone?"

Not enough breath to breathe anymore,
Not enough strength to heave anymore.
Retching that thing into the sink,
Wretched call on the telegraph-
Morse code rapping and tapping upon the sink.

Pounding away at muscle and vet,
Unbelief in the idea of death-
Slowly rests as a crown on head.

Hard-line in a closing stall
Best of all- sold out, capital fall
Production has ended on all accounts,
A poison fountain now springs out.

And as the sickness becomes-
Both a synonym for you; and for disturbed
Spile: not mild ash within
Spills over: magma dharma
Pray it will end.

Whenever I was a kid:
I tried to make my fantasies real;
By displacing truth-
And changing it's will.

I found peace in knowing I was out of bounds,
And I couldn't be stolen away by sounds,
And I made my own world and forgot the rest.
And I said to get out of my face,
And forget Colosseum tests.

I found solace in kindness abroad,
Not to me, but in others- I saw.
And I made my world despite the smog;-
And: "..the tedium in the waves.."- wrote the captain in his log.

(Inhuman fog.)

Wasn't it amazing-
That everything broken was complete and sealed?
Out of the screen we pulled- and we all felt it feel real.
And I made it a fantasy, not just another walk away event you see?

But.. It was the most important thing..
To me. Why wouldn't it be?
Because in my world it was real,
It's heart I cradled, and it I created.
I crafted what I wanted real.

And I sobbed as it met demise,
It's croak of death- spun out crumpled on the table-
COUGH-  on its side.
It lived a wonderful life.

We were happy for some time.
Big shadows-
High-rises.
Yes.
We were happy for some time.

(It was painful as you grew,)
And even though cradled-
Creeping shadows crept through,
And set a concrete course
A finalized divorce- between you and rock-a-bye.

In the end:
Watch a tedium in the camera flare
Dragon flare;
Black-to-black beginning
Black ascending
Smoke descending-
Apathy:
"The pit."

The middle seeing the most change
Still changing everyday-
To be a normal same.
My world was eaten alive
It's funny how overuse-
Turns the mind a nice color puce.

The comfort is in the conductive metal
White, red- yellow,
Stay back Jack
I've been made an unfriendly fellow.
If you see the hurt, tell it I said hello.

Skittish;
Brim fish.

Bottle open,
Dichotomus elopen'.

Brim fish-
Quite skittish.
Sees us
Fears this.
Great hand
"Reaching towards us!"

Hands have hurt
And have squeezed-
Have let us go
And forsaken our needs,
Hands have hurt
(Hands have healed)
Hands have cut our skins like bright orange peels.

Skittish fish
Stuck lip.
Skittish fish
May as well been whipped.
Skittish fish
(Hungry dish.)

Brim fish
Has a wish
To grow teeth
And be vicious.