Recluse's Requiem!(I don't know what that means

, but I certainly like the sound of it)

Where I want to be?
Alone,
Empty sea, tentaclese!
Take me down, under
you and bury me deep
way out west on sunset street.

You are such an idiot, and unoriginal.

Cairless?

Simply put, this is how I like it.
Don't pine, or dote...or call.
It puts me off.
Let me be stand-offish.
It makes more sense to me.

I like my walls,
they are comforting.

Contradictorily, make sure I don't,
live to coldly.
I'll put myself in places that I can't,
see out of.
So, ummm...Lend me your sweater occasionally.