I've always cared more about being detached,
Than I ever have for the notion of home.
Perhaps it's because it's in my blood,
Because I watched hate rule with more force than love;
But everything that I have ever known,
Tells me it's better to be alone.

I find pieces of you in everything I do,
Are you ever really there?
Come and find me
Hiding in the darkness
No lights.
No air.