It soothes my soul

to live in the unhappened 

and escape in the dim images

of bliss


because the only comfort can be found within my head

where I sit on a solitary throne

taking control of everything

breathing in the most vicious drug of them all

high on the loneliness


where the words that will never be said aloud


and I absorb them all

in my desolate bliss


The touch of another

the sensation of someone else


will never be enough


because in my castle

I can feed the sensation into my veins

with a power thousand-fold


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