Solitude

In solitude I unearth the will to hate
the will to discover the means of revenge
in solitude I find the courage to hate
the lust to bleed, the cursed premonition of doom...

In solitude I unfold untold stories
of those who once lived in hilarity’s deceit
waiting to face the hidden passions of debate
in quietus they stand waiting for their kinsmen

In solitude I find myself a bride
I find myself a listener to my stories
a reader to my horror filled writings
waiting for the opportune moment

For when the abyss will stare back, all shall be lost
for good…
as it should