To discover my own solitude in the indifference of others To draw a portrait of sightless insight Just an intoxicated insomnia of a life untold I long for the nostalgic echo of my silent screams denied, In the comforting nothingness of my subconscious delirium only a bate; To the hook of my nightmare awake, in a posture of solitude: For the passing fragile consumed laughter end Lamentations in nourishment