We were born alone and some say we die alone
Making friends can be fun but what if those friendships don't feel like friendships
Doing what you can for them and hardly being noticed or forgotten
Pain sets in because of the solitary
Friends hardly saying hi unless spoken to
Friends paying more attention to others
Friends forgeting to do something for those they care for
Friends forgeting a promise or reason
Everyone remains alone in the end
Sometimes It's best to protect those we care for and leave ourselves in the dust to rot forever.....
Solitary is beginnings....
Solitary is sadness....
Solitary is loniness....
Solitary is pain.....
Solitary is death....
Solitary is the end.........
Little by little they crawl
There slimmy bodies moving across the ground
Little by little they slither
There slimmy bodies moving across the swamp
Little by little they small
The blood of the dead and the living
Little by little they reach the body
The body of a living man that can't move or speak
Little by little they crawl on his body
The only thing working is the man's eyes
Little by little they feed upon him
The only thing the man can do is watch them feed upon him
Little by little hundreds crawl and feed upon him
Until his whole body is covered with only his eyes showing.....
Days later, a search team enter the swamp and find the man's body which appeared to be drained of blood by leeches and eaten upon by other animals....
All that was left of the body was bones sticking out, and every possible organ hanging out like rotten meat.
All that remained the same was his eyes which appeared the same way they did when the leeches fed upon him.............................
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