Discreet Spirit

I've got nothing more to ask
Isolation is my gas mask
Living behind my solitary walls
Miles away from anyone's calls

My cradle of seclusion
Dextrose of insulation
A crowd of thousand silent souls
So hard to see through the holes

Emptiness inside is what I see
That even my own shadow has left me
If everything would just drift away from the shore
I should have just disappeared before

Author's Note

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