The melancholism
Of the sword of  sadness
The beginning of madness
The ghosts of your past you carry on your back
The guns were loaded
But you felt empty
The kanon was fired
You swallowed the powder
You coughed like a man who knew fate was near
You took your loss and lost what was taken
Let the sand be the cover of the coffin that gave you the house without windows
But who needs a window when eyes are hollow , the voice is empty the tongue was sharpest and cut all the lines that you never did speak

I can't help thinking of my lonesomeness
How I like it
But it brings deep melancholism

When I crave to be left alone
I can't be left in the dark

I beg to be not known
Yet must not be ignored

It's a complicated way to live a life
It's hard to explain to oneself
That I am oneself that must feel as one with one and around two
And wonder why being one isn't enough for someone who's lifestyle is
secluded
Which one thought would be more peaceful