Solitude is a choice to remain alive and you victims,
harmless to power, you don’t understand…no.
plunged into the green sneering to my worn-out soul
I’m looking for a place to free my natural, unique instincts.
solitude is a choice to be drained of blood
and I one and only in this ocean of fragile incompleteness.
I’m lost, somehow forsaken, absorbed in a river of memories
spreading silence is the weapon which forces me to shut up-
silence is an excuse for suffering.