Solitude begins with a silence,
It is an uncomfortable void
Solitude begins with nothing
And time mockingly waltzes past
you hear quiet nervous laughter
she promanades behind you
words begin anonymously as whispers
she passes you once more
A voice is present, is flows from the depths
It simmers and delicately steams untill
It begins to boil, and boil over and flood
Becoming submerged in insanities, it cooks your memories

Judgement slips and truth becomes your own
There is no such thing as a stranger anymore,
We are here, an army with meaningless words.
We are here, but why?

Every experience is suspect,
My eyes are closed, i see blue in the sky

Mental fatigue outruns everything
It crosses the finish line first,
the race for the rights of destruction
Slowly, disected, things are taken from me
Find this mind a hole or else I just am, i have to be

Write in Spite.