The loneliness of despair
The solitude of grief
The depressive state of being
Pushing forth through the masses unnoticed
Invisible
Intolerant views of words
Speaking the truth to deaf ears of the wise
Only to be burdened with ties of lies
The heart in truth does not lie
The words of truth are not lies
The lies are the form of evil and deception
Where in a soul that’s pure and light
Do not exist on the tongue
Insanity ensues as the solitude grows
Not insanity from an illness
But insanity from seclusion and hermitage
Walking the path of innocence and truth
Leads to words being rebuked and shunned
No longer feeling the last grasp of happiness
The veins bleed in pure bliss
The freedom of death knocking at the bathroom door
What does my heart yearn for more
To live or to die
To exist or to rise
The evolutionary trials of man’s hate
Echo through my mind’s eye
I know now what my fate shall be
But it only exists in infinity