I Love To Be Alone

This Trauma Is Colder then life,But Then Where Would It End .. =(

This rupture brought by your Knife Of Loving Sins.Precocious With Life, Yet So Internally Lost Within.
Your hate Seeps Eternally On a Ahin Veil Of Skin.


I'm Sad, .. Sad Like Butterflies Pinned To Cardboard Boxes.Sad Like Books With Torn pages, Ocean Shores Empty of Bathers.

I Am Sad Like Unfinished Stories ..=(

Where Would I go With All This, yet To live Alone!