I Hate Being Alone..

Alone for me is not a matter of being the only person occupying an area. It actually entails being idle with nothing else to do. I can literally feel alone in the middle of a crowd. Most of the time i resort to thinking or writing. The thing is, i am a highly emotional person and the things i write sometimes, are not good for a man to dwell on. Not to talk of think about.
When i am alone, the Devil seeks to take control over my sensibilities and thus my good intentions are put to nought and the darker evil side of me, which i fight and struggle to subject everyday, is brought to the fore.
I am a man, i can not change that. I am prey to changes in emotion and countenance, i can not change that also. It is because of these things that the Devil may claim hold over me. But there is always a silver lining.
When i write i escape the norm. I reach above the stars and truly become a god. I create worlds and escape into my fantasies. I become Creator, Destroyer, Fate and Chance. I am Owner and Giver. I am god. Sometimes though, the result is not always rosy.
Sometimes, the words take control of me and my senses reel and take me on a plunge into the very darkness of hell itself. I balance at the precipice of sanity and stare down the ever yawning crevasse from which i would never clamber out. Sometimes, i reach the very depths of the pit and feel the long, icy fingers of Evil grasping for my soul. I taste the waters of death, but again and again, i have survived.
I hate being alone.
The cat has nine lives, i have one. But again and again, i have survived by the breadth of a hair. Will it happen again, or will i topple the next time into the fiery hell of madness and continous insanity from which i shall never rise?
I hate being alone...