Its like trying to bite your own teeth.
You move and stand still at the same time.
Road signs zoom past before you can read them,
But you know where you are going without,
Ever having travelled this way before
Having said that I am lost again
And as the fear of isolation intensifies
As the night terrors come swooping down
The slopes in the arms of the grey man
I hear the skittering of footsteps.
I pretend, im not scared but that just makes them angry
I feel a sudden surge of evil, overwhelm the clearing,
Carried in the wretched fog.
A murmur of misery a stab of fear.
just something i remember from hellblazer...
just like the way its written








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Language has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone, and the word solitude to express the glory of being alone.
Paul Tillich
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