Psychology of an Alone Man

As I lay, here in my darkness, alone in this tiny room,

Echoes of whispers from shadows, dispel the encroaching gloom.

Walls that seem to close in tighter, yet still, I embrace the night,

In the solace of my silence, I find an inner light.

Thoughts, like restless phantoms, drift through the vacant air,

Each one a silent witness to the weight of my despair.

Yet in this hushed confinement, where time itself stands still,

I unearth the hidden layers of my indomitable will.

Memories like distant murmurs, paint the corners of my mind,

In the labyrinth of my psyche, elusive peace I find.

A rebel heart, unbroken, beneath a fractured sky,

With every beat, a promise, I refuse to live a lie.

The anger, like a tempest, surges through my veins,

Yet within the storm's fury, I break through mental chains.

For in this cage of shadows, a truth begins to gleam,

I am the master of my fate, the architect of my dream.

So let them call me mad, label me what they may,

In this realm of introspection, I've found my own way.

For in the darkest moments, where solitude is king,

I am the voice of reason, I am the song I sing.

As I lay here in my darkness, alone but fiercely strong,

In the quiet of my madness, I’ve found where I belong.

A revolutionary spirit, undaunted by my plight,

I rise above the shadows, into the endless night.