Euphoria In Isolaion

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The greatest pleasure and no one to share it with.

Submitted: August 30, 2018

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No man is an island

 

But I built with my own hand

 

A kingdom for one

 

Under the golden rays of the sun

 

I walk among my fellows

 

But they will ever see the forge's bellows

 

Or the hammer that made the walls

 

To only me i answer the call

 

There is no way in

 

Just my throne withn

 

I'm my own royal court

 

And with my mistakes I'm the jester for sport

 

With no one else but myself to blame

 

I strip everyone attached to my name

 

So I may rule alone

 

With no one to  jury sentence why should I atone?

 

I walk among many but they will never learn

 

What it is I truly yearn

 

To bask forever in the past

 

To an age that couldn't last

 

When I just went to start

 

Without a stone and cold heart

 

Before the plague bearing dove

 

Infected me with that disease called love

 

That life tricks us with so we may breed

 

But from that I'm cured and freed

 

No one but me, myself, and I 

 

Us three until all of us die

 

So I may suffer unto no mortal Lord

 

I'm my own olive branch and sword

 

I can cackle in my own insanity 

 

And bask in my vanity

 

As I dress in rags

 

Saying look how imperious my robes drag

 

Thinking myself a king

 

With no sceptre or ring

 

I need no one to justify my reign

 

I answer to only to my own will profane

 

Taking in the most sadistic pleasures

 

Only againt myself I cut deep beyond measure

 

But it fills me with my such joy

 

I again feel like a boy

 

As my brain screams

 

Calling for an end to this sick dream

 

But I just laugh as my mental knife cuts

 

Leaving behind a jagged rut

 

Basking in sweet stife

 

As I put myself regally under my own knife


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