I live with the awareness of my own seclusion.

Existence fueled by separation, a war I will not win.

Embracing only alienation.

To suffer is to abandon the only home I've ever had.



Outlier. I don’t belong here.



The present state of existence acts as a refuge for the weak.

To shield our eyes is to blind mankind.

Refusal to secede.

Inhabiting a world of filth which others have condemned.

We won’t live our lives for them.

Human hatred is my second nature.

This is the root of my isolation.



I am what I am, and I am an outcast.



Don’t look for me in the clouds, when I am beneath you.

Nowhere to be found.

and I am nothing.

I have grown sick of the sound of my heartbeat.



And while the whole world breathes in unison.

My lungs are my shield, to reject the world around me.

I am what I am, and I am an outcast.