Engrossed by apathy, he is no longer emotive.
Resting in thought he really feels no indifference…
Angry, confused, he knows not what to do.
With no goals in his life, his mind wanders aimlessly.
A dark dissident enigma suffocates all his thoughts,
Breeding wistful anger and hate towards all.
Isolating himself from society, he follows shadows.
He torments himself about what to do next.
Caring for nothing, except for his tainted perception,
He sojourns himself within wretched shadows of desolation.
For now, he’ll taste self-imposed calamity,
Until the venom seeps deep within his skin