Solitude, always trying to be the greater God
Expecting your service, tribute to prejudice
Sacrifice your consolidation to companionship

The moon seems hollow, death digging level of compromise
Collapsing walls, crawling to the better prize.
Autumn leaves fluttering past our windows
Bitter morning colours, a tasteless prison for my mind

Jolly Roger, consumed by Torture
Privacy for your Piracy

To become, the monster that you feared
Loved
Bled for
Lost

Tasteless prisons, ice topped with sweetening desires
A trail led by pebbles
Silent whispers trapped within these walls
Stop

Solitude is the greater God.