Hoobler Hobbler:
He brings only fatigue.
He is but just annoying,
He rarely does intrigue.

Even my brothers are
Extremely irritated so,
For they cannot do anything
Since he really cannot go

For even a strongman like old Mal
He cannot move this hefty tonne,
Both Adsel and Luke alike
Their words like an empty gun

Frank cannot do anything,
He just perches there to watch;
Mike and Blake hide in their hole
And Rooney's but a blotch

Oh this fascinating team
For once they really can't control;
This heavy weighted sleepyhead
Has just worsened this hellhole

Hoobler Hobbler:
It's not just the fatigue,
He also brings along chaos
But still doesn't intrigue

Does that mean
She knows everyone?

Frank
Adsel
Mal
Lucas
Jeffrey
Geoffrey
Mike
Hoobler

A­ll of them
Exposed
After all the efforts to
Hide everyone

We shall mask again
But this time
Permanently and from
Everybody

How is it possible that
Just a few months ago
We'd been talking about this coming day
And all the crazy things we were going to do?

How is it possible that
Just a few months ago
You were all still here and
We could go on for hours and hours?

How is it possible that
Just a few months ago
I didn't feel this lonely?

In the library,
Or in the forest,
Or in the mountains,
Or by the lake,
Or even just crossing over the pit to visit the minors.

We could've been running,
Or just leaning by the piano in the music room,
Or sitting on a stone listening to you go
On and on and on about psychopathy and your
Amusing experiments.

We would've been worrying about this day
Together
Figuring out how everything would go,
And you'd be screaming at Frank and
Lucas would be repeating his speech three times in a row.
Mike would be sitting at the side wondering what was going on,
Hoobler would be sleeping, snoring and drooling,
Mal would be screaming his head off,
The Twins would be silently listening but never giving their comments as always.
And you would be going on forever.

But you aren't.

How is it possible that
Just a few months ago
We'd been talking about this coming day
And all the crazy things we were going to do?

How is it possible that
Just a few months ago
You were all still here and
We could go on for hours and hours?

How is it possible that
Just a few months ago
I didn't feel this lonely?

In the library,
Or in the forest,
Or in the mountains,
Or by the lake,
Or even just crossing over the pit to visit the minors.

We could've been running,
Or just leaning by the piano in the music room,
Or sitting on a stone listening to you go
On and on and on about psychopathy and your
Amusing experiments.

We would've been worrying about this day
Together
Figuring out how everything would go,
And you'd be screaming at Frank and
Lucas would be repeating his speech three times in a row.
Mike would be sitting at the side wondering what was going on,
Hoobler would be sleeping, snoring and drooling,
Mal would be screaming his head off,
The Twins would be silently listening but never giving their comments as always.
And you would be going on forever.

But you aren't.

Frank Adsel Mal Lucas Geoffrey Jeffrey Mike Hoobler

They were
The closest thing to family
I ever had

They'd fight ever so often
But they always stuck
Together

They always understood me
When I shared a problem;
They'd nod and smile
Tell me it's alright;
They'd give me a hug if
I ever needed one

But the truth still prevails:
They don't exist

I am merely
Reminding myself of my problems,
Convincing myself I'm *******,
Wrapping myself in my arms

I wish there was
Really someone understanding,
Really someone comforting,
Really someone giving me that hug

But it can never be
And my nights shall remain in

Solitude.