"An Isolophile's Collection of Poetical Scrolls & Quotical Scribbles contain the depths of reality as reflected upon, by an isolophile who dwells within the vibrancy of philosophical solitude and artistry of kaleidoscopic mindscape and beyond."
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Sometimes in solitude lingers the forsaken as amid a lull of triste The Demons Awaken; digging a way from mind to the world alive are nightmares from where insanity divides; stuck in mind no more they are free to roam free to haunt us beyond our sleepy dreams; for they are the rulers ruling ever so vicious seeming consoling they stay treacherous; never leaving the crevice they've allocate always here to lance our heart 'n suffocate; to flourish toxically and spread like a plague perishing hopes until one is a living morgue; evoking dread of a kind worse than before as morbid tendencies glint 'n wash ashore; amid their whispers to fall asleep evermore beings yield 'n fade like blossoms to terrene's lore.
