This poem is a free form poem. I was thinking of how evil society can be (a la The Phantom of The Opera), so forgive me if it sounds a little odd.
Silence, empty, within and without.
The strangeness of yawning hope and
solitude, poisoned by suspicion.
The den of deathly open jaws
that consumes those society shuns
shuts but upon us.
Torn apart, limb from limb
by the agony of lonesomeness.
Though it is self-inflicted (or is it?)
The blade thrusts as deep as
if it were of another.
