• pinkfloyduwu 11w

    I'm all alone

    Asken purveyors of town,

    A question which sombre for my ears, and curiosity of others

    From the house of yours come no other visitor—

    You all alone my child?

    For reason this I goes no shop twice,

    And to neighbours whom question are boredom than curiosity.


    Oh! Cruel loneliness; who lefts no human alone, and whose shadows never leave me—faith like from childhood to manhood,


    Oh! Man who ignorant like a pest, whose empathy brute savage; would tarnish anything and sleep on a pillow of blood and tears ( be his or one he love)—

    Then accepting himself human.
    ©pinkfloyduwu