Alone I Will Stay...

Born alone, walk alone, die alone,

Grey-black-off-white, machine-tone,

Bloodlust-fuelled journey of Addicted To Killing,

Loneliness so beautiful, frost-chilling,

Dying a bit more, shade by shade,

Nerves fraying like a silken braid,

To be roughly stitched and sewn back into place,

Plaited, they must hold consistently in this chase,

Faith and Fate trying to catch up with me,

Desensitize yourself, but try to see,

Safety in numbers isn't for me.


The End

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