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