The Great Escape From Myself

poetry and pain go along pretty well, don't you think so?

misery,
you were so cruel but that's why I loved you, I knew that you've grown close to me; so I didn't know how to get rid of you.

But 'agony' isn't all you are, you are the loneliness a wolf feels when separated from his pack.
You're like a drop of ink that's been pouring out of my soul, revealing my true color, you are attached to me and I have no desire to let you go.