• this wonder of emotion has left me upon the dusted tracks to nowhere
    again i find myself striding upon the path to the ghost town called "Alone"
    in this town the company stands at five,
    me
    myself
    I
    the shadows
    my echoing voice
    the beds are non-existing, sleep a restlist dream soon forgotten
    and sorrow stands in every field keeping the crows far at bay
    the well has seen better days that have worn away
    nothing alive dare i stay to linger there
    stopped where i stand but still running circles
    i contemplate if an end will come
    or if it has already swept though as one of the bone touching silent winds
    in this place i have been in for so long and forever returning
    i would call it my home, this town of "alone"
    for it bares no bars aside from the frozen ones i staked
    to make me wish to never leave again...