These days, I find great comfort in being alone.
In a world filled with monsters,
It all seems such a pointless charade.
One I no longer desire to fight.
Not for anyone,
I’ve no need for the notion,
That I’d ever be chosen.
For it will only end in pain.
And so, I find myself treasuring the dark,
This solitude, my security,
In this somewhat wicked story of my life.