just remember how this feels,

the Agony of Seclusion that you put yourself into

"a fooled man, can't get fooled again "

I can't contain this soul drain

my words reign these pages,

they make there mark of desolation

I find sensation in my locution formation

Preferably regarding my fondness or my pity

Never ending ends of happiness that ends

It consumes my psyche

I have sprout into exhaustion

my sentiments are dominate

I supplicate..

Łiberate my tribulation