Alone.

We are alone, together.

We are together, alone.

This is our lives.

This is our destiny.

I spend my nights alone in the pitch of black.

Alone in the prime of night, within the grasp of darkness.

I think to myself where my life is, and where it could go.

I think to myself what my life was, and where it could've been now.

Ignored by the ones I love.

Ignoring the ones who love me.

"What could I have done different?"

"What could I do different?"

One mistake at a time I manage to screw with this mind of mine.

Another inhale should help the hail stop hurting my sail.

Because in this ocean of black is the motion I lack.

It is soothing to think I could be choosing my drink.

Whiskey, or wine? Tipsy, or fine?

Juice, or milk? Fruit, or silk?

My mind takes me on journeys never before.

As I enter the nights darkened galore.

The forbidden zone, as one may call it.

When I enter my thoughts, the depressing culprit.

The girl of my dreams bursting my heart at the seams.

I love her to death, almost literally it seems.

This is my mind extracted from the night.

As I wait for the blindness to be brightened by light.

But my soul, its a completely different story.

One that wont end happily, but be gory.