I feel like
finding loneliness
and
murdering it
if i meet loneliness
just around the corner
of empty street
lying about, sleeping
ever so innocently
i would like to take up
my knife
and commit
clean
******;
no mess,
no fear,
no doubt
because it made
my friends
my sisters
my parents
and people all around
to cry and bawl
their eyes out
and loneliness would
realize
when one
dies
it wouldn't have
anyone
to held its hand
realizing one's own
crime
of making everyone ever so
sad