Abandoned Isle.

Pervasive loneliness.
Abandoned Isle.
No one is an Island.
Count me in.

I am diseased.
I am not best pleased.
 disillusioned.
Misaligned to friendly circles.
Reaching out for a familiar care.
But no one is giving a fuck,
no one's there.

Too sensitive to this world.
a city of strangers
walking carrying the shroud.
your worries are reading on your face,
what is this place,
without a name?
hanging out in the shade
the group is ahead.
a buried body,socially dead.

I am surrounded by my own problems and demons.
Three's a crowd and I suffer an overpopulated present.
I forget and live there in the moment.I forgot,I forget, I lived and I smiled.Yes,one day.
one day and another,I did.
Howl.Hurt.
Bitterness collected in to a ball participated by a wall of silence and suffocation of anxiety.
I know my self but am not sure if I trust myself.
Trust.Lust.Disgust.Betrayal.Heartbreak.Left.Loss.
Destroy it and build again.

Random quip cuts to the quick.
Fucking Dick.
I don't trust myself enough to be left alone with myself otherwise my spirits low.
My spirits low in the water and hanging on for you to be there.
but you're not and acting all so unaware.

-Sunday 23 Oct 2011.