Flare of Emotions

the four corners of the room in which i stand feels like a tomb. On a solitude plane i weigh my existence. Whilse just sitting and looking in a distance. I see myself wrongly propergated. In this life i call mine which I barely dictate i am pulled side by side by chains of society. I try to move free but i can feel no ground beneath me. Like a fly caught in the web of loniless the more i struggle the more the spider of regrets draw closer. In its eyes it gives me the stare of dispair my cries create echoes which rather summons my foes. Like vultures to finish off my remains. My body aches from all of these quakes. Quakes emanating from a heartbeat of a man in pain. Hurt feels so sweet. Just waiting for the next thorn to pierce through my heart. With teeth clenching i feel it only in my bones. I try to defy the odds. The die is cast but it is just even.