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The bitterness is cold,

But it soothes me.

My angst is my solitude

I am forever purged…

Living in solitude.

I am here aren’t I?

Like some soldier whose

War goes without wage.

I fight demons upon

A purple sea

That cuts me with its

Filed claws.

I scream, but only

My solitude answers.

I cry, but my eyes

Are swollen and

My tears find no crevice

In which to forge.

It is the emptiness that

Resides in my soul

That fills my veins.

I haven’t tasted the

Sourness of red

For weeks now.

My body lay limp

With exhaustion with

The inability to conform

To mother natures will.

Something begs me

To live and my

Only wish is for it

To die,

So I can join it,

Meet in a happy

Communion with my

Last breath.

What or who gives

Me this life?

My solitude finds me

No answers.

The circles on this floor

Are wearing thin.

I can’t walk them anymore.

I’m drowning in my

Purple sea.

The demons fail to

Laugh and mock me.

This death is ironic

Wishes only come true in

Fairy-tales.

I toast my happy ending

Adieu!