Isolation

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In Isolation

I wallow through the bloody fields

Weighed down by my own inadequacies

With each step I falter and further down I tumble

Only time separates me from the inevitable plunge

Others walk on shaded paths, safe and vertical

How I long to call for them, let them drown

In blood with me. I cannot though, it is not my way

The scarlet death will consume me

And I shall die as I lived

In isolation

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