Standalone Stranger

I float in dream,
Engrossed in deep thoughts,
Lost in my own little big world,
Perceiving the chastity,
Of my standalone image.

I try to hold the ground,
Pretending as if nothing,
Has happened,
In an attempt to be strong,
Yet I wander,
Around the notions of reality,
Still trapped in the maze of,
Real and truth...

The darkness looms,
In the horizon,
The fearsome night is,
Approaching me,
And the real I stand aloof,
In the outer rims of,
The constellations in orbit,
As if a curse has been bestowed upon me,
In the name of my eternal desire.

Dying a slow death,
As reality poisons me,
But I feign yet again,
In a world of sublime rest,
Confessing my things to myself.

In the decadence of my life,
I live a stranger,
In a world,
I'm unfamiliar with,
I know nothing about,
And choking under the,
Misfortune of what others,
Think of me!!
In the undertow of life's
Sugar coated cruelty,
I stare into the rage,
And the soul begins.
Once Again I slumber into
The cocoon of my dreams...