No need to be,
such individual,
the battle scars,
and this residue.

scum,
scum of land,
resides in me,
poisonous bland.

and posion to touch.
These sayings defeated,
everything's gone,
and everything's needed.

And by myself,
so lonely so cold,
destined to stay,
till I'm dying , and old.

It's an odd kind of living,
life so secluded,
the mind invites all,
and no one's included.

Farewell to the acid,
the acid is life,
the one that just burns,
and kills all on site.

Stuck in my hole,
better for self,
safer for me,
this place where i dwell.

Decided to go away,
decided to let cry,
leaving my worries,
relief, then I die.