Solitude

I am losing it

Everyday I watch this world burn

Burning me on the inside

Setting myself ablaze

From the horrible sights and sounds

The reverberate through all the 

White noise in the plain canvas

The canvas created by who knows who

Splattering us all about

Sending us our separate ways

To struggle and to toil

Through the white world

That becomes so predictable

With all its facets and all the noise

That we all make in order to connect

In order to bond

And to cherish

Whatever good we witness 

From this cold and plain world

That is why the darkness is comfortable 

For we see nothing

We cannot hear anything

We just suffocate within our own heads

From all the ideas we have 

About what is inside the black.

That is until the white screen

The white face glows through

Into the darkness,

Making the fool wonder out

To move towards it

To hear the others suffer through the mode

Since they are trapped within their own device

The mode that they created to straggle themselves with

To create the noose and hang themselves

With all the cords tying tightly around thy throat

To drag the fool under the wave

When he is trying to surf

But soon gets reckless with his motions

Makes a mistake

Slips up

And comes crashing down 

With the cord around the neck.

He didn't want to alone

He just wanted to hear her sweet voice

That blares out

That calls him to shore

With the rest of society

So that they can kill him

For he is to destroy them all

With his different views

His different beliefs

His different vision

Of what he sees

The corpses that wonder the plain canvas

That tries to talk to one another

Without having eyes

Blind to their own ignorance

Blind to the truth

The truth they have been running from

Their entire life

The truth is simple

And it is this:

They are all alone

On the white canvas

Each drawn figure never being the same as another

Never to be reproduced

Never to be the same

So they cut a hole into their head

To avoid this silence that 

Echoes’ in the white blinding, deafening noise

That has consumed us all

That is the wave that crushes us all

That has the corded noose tied tightly around the neck

To end us all with the madness that we create for ourselves.

And at the end of the day

We are all alone, truly alone

With our very thoughts haunting us

So we have this hole on our face

We have these white screens we sit behind

Never to see each other

For whom we truly are

For we are all secluded

Hidden within the deafening roar

Of the white noise.