These happens

Isolation doesn't bite if unaware of population, but knowing that I'm cursed just makes it worse, surrounded by the situations. 

Ghirl

I must forget her, I must forget her, I must forget her, why? She's gone away to a separate mental place where personality and consciousness divide, the ocean reaches up in to the sky. The octopus has wings but it can't fly, here come the vultures to feed upon my love blind eye.