Is it possible to de-shroud yourself from dread and darkness spilled?
"I don't want to know you...please let me be."
Eternal words, coupled with broken handshakes - banned of ill-assumptions and drunken-facade.
"This is boring...leave me alone."
It's a shame, faults ever-masking. Clenching fists make limp arms fall - when will it end? I pleased a million nights dark in humility and suffering of days.
"No one is better than another, but I don't want to know you."
The backspace opens journey to further nights of wandering.