Voyage Of Solitude

Voyage Of Solitude

Alone, drifting in the middle of the deepest sea. 

I sit still in stagnancy with nothing that truly comforts me.

Looking out to the hazy horizon as quiet thoughts run.

Only to see watery crests in this great expanse of nothing;

Nothing but me and the gray cloaked sun. 

In my cold metal boat, hugging my knees close-

I sit alone with wind blowing morose;

As the fog completely envelops the memory of thee.

Becoming numb to the frigid air, I rest my chin to my knees.

Consoling myself into the foggy unknown-

By softly humming in a sweet and dreary tone,

To atone from my lonesome heart forming an empty home-

                                                                      Inside my soul. 

Thinking;

Feeling seen and having meaning-

Will always remain unbeknown to me. 

So I sit, vacant. 

As the cloudy sky leaks-

Salty sleek dew onto my meek cheeks.

At least I feel safe, sitting in my metal cradle of fate.

Swaying back and forth, I can finally-

Slide this chafing masquerade mask off my face.

Free from this unbearable facade of happiness I put on everyday. 

Acting like people care enough to stay. 

Nobody truly knows me.

Finally, I have been beaten-

Into submission to my lonely fate.

I accept my mouthful of razor blades. 

At Least I cant have my soul disarmed-

By loves that charm, only seeking to play. 

Deep down i know I will always be left and put away.

Left with these deep cuts of my thoughts that harm. 

I can't escape my flesh anyway. 

 So Alone, I float forward

 Into my voyage away from yesterday. 

∆Aria