I AM MY OWN LONELINESS, MY OWN PURPOSE AND MY OWN LIFE.

I am not confided in my own perpetual illusion

As it was told of me that I am

I live in a world only which I understand

Full of illusion on the other hand

It is like playing a guitar with one less string

Feeling a nonsensical rhythm from the west wind

Quite truthfully I will love to be alone

Without more than 7 billion people

And a family fully condescending prone 

Alone is a mindless thought and feeble

Maybe not really achievable

At a point in life one only can be ones' own family

Freeing oneself from the helpless conformity  

Of those who made others their baseless gods

Striking out the facts and sticking to biased odds

I stand alone for myself

Whatever I owe anyone I shall pay

I am my own vision

My very own dream I obey

My own correctional facility

I am indeed my own purpose for my own life

I shall speak otherwise of nothing

If what I want to be doesn’t turn to something 

The END Of It All (Part 1)

On this lonely road
It's hard to get by
With so many years of lies
Lying unanswered behind
Beneath the cloudless skies
Hopelessly plots the lost mind

This Emptiness is meant to be enjoyed
Within the walls of my heart enclosed
Spirits of nowhere unknown
Welcome to the finished life unseen

Longer are the treacherous miles
Shorter are the lovers smiles
The truth that were never spoken
Led to those hearts that came broken

How then it all turned out
What beautiful life never came about
For the hate that led to journey
Will bring fought the end quickly