In the abyss of misery, I know that I'm miserly....Ordained to be secluded. Taunted by my nightmares, so sleep is out of the question. Flares ignite when I relive, near misses that could have bite through my exterior. So I keep my distance....from far I take a glance and wonder how do they entrust their hearts with a guest? A distasteful concept for people like me who distrust. Pitiful I know, I'm I really alive? will I ever share a live with a soulmate? Questions that make me revolt inside so I bolt them back in. And dive deep into the darkest corners of my soul, where no one can detest me for my unloving ways.
