The Confines of My Solitude
Confines of my solitude
Stricken to my confines,
my Heart contents a mellow
Chellowed notes of Melancholy tones,
play off me melodicly in a bellow
Tunes of bliss to the SOLE, echoe, in the abyss of the soul.
The solitude is a chill, but one finds warmth in his cold.
the Corrison of weakness is done in a strength.
and the makings of a soldier is done when EnTrenched.
Its reparation that is done when identified in ones own Truth.
Therefore i find no confines within confine of my solitude.
I found an old blog that I posted on myspace but I had originally wrote this shit in 12th grade 5th period English Mr.BittenBinder