I like solitude The past walks with me It lives with me 900 years ago there was nothing here No hotel No theme parks No promenade Just a beach; nets hanging out to dry Armored vessel's in the bay I will never forget the consumption of my body Tainted Nor Cleansed Love confounded me; it wasn't despair, it was bliss The face of the mirror had more substance than a wraith Yet I knew it could not exist; nor could I For I am infamous Leaching off of people to dispel my death I am a time borrower I am a display Merely a face of time its self Mourning for my Kirchwasser