In the Webs of Darkness

Am on the webs of solitude,

Alone,

In the this macabe darkness,

of the big city.

In all the crowd,

I am well visible,

As I am distinct,

By the the fact that

I'm the only one realy

Alone.

Enlighted by pain,

I walk amongst others,

Seeking refuge

In the conforts of

the Dark.

The warmness I achieve

Is only compared

To the pain I feel.

The words of silence

Echoe in my head,

Showing me

Signs of dyspair.

I live in a world

Of insanity, madness,

Corruption, rage.

What my eyes see

Cannot be matched.

Never really seen

reality this way,

The real way...

It's a look into the

Future, the dark

and shadowless future

ahead.

My only hope is that

I'm not the only one

Seeing the things I see

Feeling the way I feel,

Walking the ways I walk.

Nothing is really wrong

Until we admit it.

And the world never admits.

It's only by concent

that we're walking this way.

Can't say it's a bad way

I'm just wandering with the flow.

To a known place that

Just a few of us

Have yet look.