Solitude

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.