No Escape

Being alone is a miserable experience as I have found out on many an occasion :P

I am lost again,
Floating through a world
of meaningless temptations,
Wondering where my thoughts will take me.

The written word my only excape,
Sung, spoken, etched into a handfull of heartstrings,
But no word will come when you are alone.

The sound of a song, a distant memory,
The sound of a voive looming in a darkening thought,
The heartstrings faded scars empty of emotion.

Its not fun to be alone.
Completly alone.

The End

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