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Princess Solitude


So Kelsey began to think of solitude Solitude, the quiet girl who looked lost With her pale skin and washed out eyes She moved without making a sound Her lonely eyes looked into your vulnerable soul And she smiles as she finds the one person to quench her thirst Solitude's soul is fed through isolating yours She makes you feel alone, desperate for friends Her goal is to bring you into darkness Where you wallow in your own pool of self-pity She smiles, laughs, and rejoices As her heart is filled and powered by your anguish Solitude lives and flourishes in our loneliness Feeding and drinking from our seclusion Our withdrawal from the world is where she gains her power Her house is in the middle of a dark lake where nothing grows Surrounded by shadows she waits and ponders on how she can create a silence This silence creates a place where she can build a foundation to isolate you She does what she does because it makes her stronger It makes her feel like she isn't alone She gains a sense of companionship with those she brings into the depths of her wasteland Her own emptiness is filled up only when she puts you in a sense of helplessness She makes you alone in a world where it is dangerous to walk alone She confines you in her prison, making you pay for her lonesomeness Solitude is not completely alone in the world She is accompanied by her family The family she calls her own consists of death, hatred, fear, shame and despair She uses their talents to break those she feeds off of Her family gives her victims, people she can use until her hunger is suppressed As far as friends go solitude has none, choosing to walk alone The world sees solitude as a monster, something to run from But running makes it worse; she will chase you to the ends of the earth Sometimes all society can do is accept it and let her joy seep away Your struggle against her is what feeds her and if you don’t struggle she leaves Sometimes solitude is a good thing though, giving you time to think and change As long as she doesn't grab your soul or your life you are safe from her
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