“Alone”, I think,

and taste it on my mind

a word that shapes the world

and me alike,

that hides my heart with

hue of ice and stone

and binds me to the life

I´ve come to loathe.

Underneath unloving veil of stars

accuasations whispered into night;

who´s to blame,

and in the morning light;

how sad it is to know the fault

is mine.