Alone, throughout time and space undivided
These reflections of a forgotten past kept aside
I am only a pale remembrance of your hidden
And provoked, victimized self in subjugation
Facing the light of an unknown source beyond
You stare as if what you see is inexplicable
But never mind the insults added to the pity
I am but what I to chose to be, regardless
Of all the blunt definitions thrown at me
Strange is the fate of one walking the path
A destined ride for someone in search of truth
Not the wicked lies of torment and torture
Bring on the full moon and the mental tides
Watch my revelations, insipid to your eyes
Such that they only see the hunger of desires
Pure am I of all abjection of the heartless
Look me in the eye straight, for you will deem
All that is portrayed to be the plaintive cry
Of the singular soul, the man estranged
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