At Nights, I take My Loneliness and Add to it, a Tear or Two. Throw in some Emptiness. Mix them up, till I'm Blue. Keep them under Cover. Near to My Broken Dreams. Then sail My Boat of Sorrow, on Waves of the Silver Streams. I could always feel it happening, when Loneliness was Around. My Feet which were once steady, kept sinking in the Ground.
My soul reeks of anger and hate. It’s the deadliest poisons I have drank since the day I was left alone. There may be love behind it all. Shall it arrive one day but can’t be today or any days for awhile.
I ask is it all real? The “what’s for meal?” and “how do you feel?” should’ve been the questions not if your death is real? or if your existence was real?
Baby, I was looking forward moving in with you. Death denied a future for us and I’m so very alone.