Loner

Degrading manners of a long lived past. Shimmering of dirt. And growing oh so fast. Danger is the only thing to which I flirt. Death and failure stands before me. Pain lays behind. "Fix this" I plea. To no one in mind. No one is there. And I'm empty inside. I shall pay my own fare. And continue to pass all the people I have defied. The love I pushed away. Because I was just afraid. The lies I lead from day to day. And the toughness and "Gothic" things I have displayed. What for? What good did it do? To have this hurt so much more. Just to save you. The energy I let into my heart. Was killed out of pain. Doomed from the start. To keep this habit simple and plain. To continue without pride. Continue without adoration. My conscience remains taught and tried. Keeping my mind at it's foundation. Remaining neutral against lust. Indifferent and colorless to everyone. But yet, at the same time, gaining their trust. But submitting to none.