Desolation Detatchment Desparation Death

The stinging pangs of unrequited
love still roams my heart's
labyrinthine halls, though even still
I linger on in this cold world
that offers me no respite.





I see the ties that bind me
to my former self, my love,
my parents and those I call friend,
yet I cannot see that little string
that should loop on back to me
and tell me that I am alive
and that's how I belong.




I need to know that I belong
upon this spinning world
and see that I can a difference make
with my flailing about.
I search and search to no avail
reading volume after volume
until I find myself alone
as I always do.
I don't belong here any more
since I'm barely alive
yet life has since forsaken me
and I my back have turned.




Here lay I, the last of man
to ever know his fate,
my arms akimbo as I wait
for myself to be discovered.
I had no connection to myself
nor any place on Earth
and so I did the noble thing
and hath myself removed.