In blessed gloom
I stowed away
My quiet vessel
Where I toil and fray

The dreary open
Surrounds, and pummels my agony
Wretchedly marooned
Rotting and enslaved by atrophy

This solitude Ive earned
Swallows, the fabric of brotherhood
Crafting my comfort in emptiness
Conditioned, to be blissfully misunderstood

I ration this loneliness
Treasuring its deathly bloom
Where I speak softly, of my worldly ills
In the arms of blessed gloom