Solitude when all those empty feelings amass in a multitude although it begins as an interlude you soon find yourself alone where little else is known be careful for the rhythm's tone for its charm is deceiving the thread is weaving until you start perceiving that everyone else is leaving and all that remains is you grieving. Beaten and bleeding, you start disbelieving in your preconceived meaning breathing... screaming.... until you find the melody pleasing and your heart starts sleeping.
I found this poem and thought it was lit
