Solitude

Entering a state of fragile mind.

Dark corners which we'd rather forget,

but we remember them now.

Forgotten fears dwell towards the surface.

They are fueled by our soul,

devouring it like sustenance.

Leaving nothing but a shell.

Empty as the void we bear the burdens of existence.

We must bear them alone,

as it is supposed to be.

People flock, like cattle like sheep.

But why?

Why can't we just live, die and rot alone.