Solitude that cynically settles,

A parasite within my bones.

Sweet bile festers in the shadows.

It hurts to be alone.

Carry my soul to where lies;

with my blood I'll paint,

a history that spun itself

and a heart that still beats faint.

Forever's a word that tasted sour,

death's no longer an ecstasy.

My mind's captivated by the hour

Lost in permanent uncertainty