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Alone
I am the prisoner who languishes in the tower of stone. The tower which rises high above the shores, high in the clouds where no man can hear.
I am alone.
I am alone in the shade where others see the warmth. I am screaming in the darkness alone and alone.
I am alone in my hatred, alone in my misery. I am alone in a prison that no one can see. I am alone, alone, alone.
I would tear out my eyes if someone would see. I would tear out my ears if someone would hear. I would teary out my heart if someone would care.
But no one does. No one does.
I am alone in the darkness with eyes that bleed. I am alone in the silence with ears that cannot hear.
But I am alone in my hatred with a heart that still beats.
I am a prisoner of my own heartbeat. I am a prisoner of the thoughts in my mind. I am a prisoner with no warden, in a jail that no one can see.
I am a starving wolf, frothing at the chains, devouring his own limbs to keep himself tame. I am the cripple who watches the skies behind the cracks of his prison, remembering better days and better times.
I am alone and I am insane.
The thoughts that run through my mind like a madman’s logic, chaos theory exploding into motion like a train derailing into a cliff with the ranger riding on a horse with a smile on his lips.
I am alone and I am insane.
The thought keeps me sated, keeps me tame. Keeps me from screaming out my lungs can see.
I am a threat. I am a monster. I am a soldier and a monster. Feral instinct guided by machine-like precision, pretending to be normal, pretending to be sane. Killing thoughts running through my mind, the staccato of bullets to the opera of screams.
I am alone and I am insane, laughing at a world that does not care. Screaming my lungs out in a prison with soundproof walls, echoing my words again and again.
Until the last echoes dins into the silence.
I am alone again.
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