I dont own sherlock sadly

or the song

A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,

It was particularly cold for December. Of course that wasn't important to you, however boredom had led you to notice these trivial details. Damn, why couldn't someone commit a creative murder. There was only so much entertainment you could get out of a severed head and only so much company a skull could provide.

Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Through the window you see a fine dusting of snow has covered the dusty streets of London. People trudge through the snow, slipping and sliding stupidly. Children laugh as they hurl snowballs at one another on their way to school. How dull. Snow is just an inconvenience. You don't see what people find so entertaining about it.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.

You sit, contemplating you options. You could go to Bart's but that would mean talking to people. Stupid people. They think they know you, they want to know you, but they will never understand. Who needs friends anyway?

I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

It is probably the only thing you and Mycroft agree on; the only thing you would care to admit anyway. Caring is not an advantage. Your brother's words echo round your head and you know what he says is true. You are entirely committed to your work and friendship would only prove to be a distraction. Shrieks of laughter from the street below ring in your ears. Shut up. You bring your fist down onto the table. Your trying to think. You cant bear distractions.

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Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.

You glance out the window again. The people are like a map of society. You don't have to socialize to understand the going ons of the world. Sociopathy is so much better.

Outisde, a couple are strolling down the street hand in hand.

Love. The word tastes funny on your tongue.

You knew that word once, but you must have deleted it. Well, perhaps not deleted it quite yet. It's in the recycling bin, ready to be disposed of next time you sweep your hard drive.

Mummy talked of love once, but Mummy made you cry too.

I am a rock,
I am an island.

Who needs all these unwanted emotions anyway? Alone is what I have. Alone is what protects me..

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armour,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.

People. Friends. What good do they do you? You've read about people. They fall out, they cry, they hurt. How stupid. Alone is easier. Alone is what you do best.

I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

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