2005-03-06 - 2:52 a.m.
fiddle of solitude
burn me if you must
but don't let your satisfaction lie
in leaving me alone
tormented and bored
the killer emotions
quietude
allergic drug
i cannot be stifled
whimpering and hurt
i cry pearls of wisdom
and noone hears
by myself
away from questions and prying eyes
the chair squeaks
resounding echoes
gloom and fear
noone to taste my tears
i hate this being by myself shit
breathing jagged glass
and angry tear ducts
betrayed
of course its selfish and childish
but its who i am
and i cant stand
when the only accompaniment
is the fiddle of solitude
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