Pennicle of Solitude

take it as you will but...

Alone and distorted, ive  been cut down to nothing
ban to a place i must be confined to alone

here i find a peacful abyss of nonexistant emotion
with nothing to fear getting hurt

but i have yet to experiance the true feel of love,
this eternal thought of nothing will haunt me forever.

alone and distorted ive been cut down by emptiness
filled by nothing, im slowly ashing away

I am the pennacle of solitude,
a model of complete hermit and recluse

ill be an image for the world, represtnting what everyone fears.
But i can take this repetitive state and I will be one with it forever

I try to bring people in but end up pushing them out again
I attempt to share a fraction of my deteriorating heart, hoping somone will bring me back

but i am stil here, incarcerated my my lack of ability to be known.
i deprecate those who get close to me because ive learned to fear them too.

my soul and heart, cold and dark, know nothing of this world.
so i just let it revolve, watching it in this confinment ive built for myself.

watch me close and take note to this empty life,
do your best to be nothing like me...

For I am the Pennacle of Solitude

nothing will change me,
i always was and always will be.

Author's Note

Do not take this as a depressed state of mind