Oh brutal friend
forever seeking to possess you
claim you hold you up as All
and oh, the irony
Oh brutal friend
forever seeking to possess me
Jealous lover you
sabotage each delight I crave
Oh brutal friend
you break my heart
love hate you so
I plead that you would let me free
Oh brutal friend
your aim is swift and true
your flame flares fast
in your quest to own
Oh brutal friend
Truth be told
ensure that I am
forever condemned
to my other brutal friend
solitude
I’m sorry but fair warning – this is another one of those “go grab a cuppa and visit the bathroom before you start reading this post” posts. 
I’m not sure how well this is going to go tonight. My hands are shaking from pure exhaustion. I’ve had a bout of bad insomnia the last few nights … no awful reason for it … actually if I was going to blame anything they would be good reasons so apart from being unable to stop the incessant yawning I’m feeling fine. It’s just me. It happens (shrug).
Music. It runs through my soul and there once was a time I thought it was my life’s purpose. The thing I was destined for. My ‘one’ thing. And I was right and it should have been. But through life and circumstance however that has changed. Sadly. Still, it courses through me, sometimes slows to a trickle, sometimes lays stagnant and forgotten, but is always there.