Solitude, O, Solitude

Solitude, O, solitude
Would you soothe me in your gentle touch,
In the bloodied colosseum of thrashing voices and shoving grips

Whisper, dear, whisper,
Of gentle breezes dancing serenely in an evening lake,
Still, and beautiful,
And this loneliness,
And heart filled with want
Of solitude
Of loneliness
Of sweet, black, clouds of lovely, dark, depression

Growing winds, caress my burning skin,
(Smelted by the tears that blaze with infernos of introversion,)
With the gentle touch
Of solitude
Of loneliness
And being alone!

For if I must be so ugly
May I be ugly peacefully