Static

I have my fights, accusations, my hated scenes
ending with shrill notes and regretted words
bloodied swords that sever connections further
When friends become strangers, not a single glance is passed
as they walk toward distanced lives.

After you've left with your heartbeat stones
I gather the shattered steel
the defeated metal of my unpenetrable defenses,
throwing it in the trash.

Sitting in meditation for over a century,
I repair the missing gaps as it had been
containing spilled emotion in cells of mortality-
punishment for revealing themselves.
I forge one more wall than before
one more barrier that has to be breached
for my true self to be reached

The song that holds my soul plays on,
devoid of conscience and humility.

When my shield has been completely erected by my mind
all on the outside is well again.
With a meaningless smile and empty eyes,
I put on my invisible cloak of composition, prim and unsympathetic.
I step through the door only to welcome loneliness,
my constant companion from my childhood
It was expected, but a sharp sadness peirces my obscure heart
Alone as I was, alone as I am,
I have always dealt with myself.
There has never been another to deal with me.