017. I Am Lonely

There are many, many idiotic ways

For me to spend these lonely days

On my own, by myself, at my home

And on an old, empty, ratty shelf

To where my emptiness grows

Ever so deep, I can hardly hope

For any sort of sleep, I already know

That wherever I go, I pray to fill the hole

A cavern of sorrows, the depths of sadness

A deep crevice leading to my utter madness

Always awake... so, so much at stake, yet...

There is nothing else left to bet, only in death

But stricken with fear, we hear what’s near

To peer into the mere loneliness of silent cries

To lie on the bloodsoaked floor...waiting to die

I am a lonely star... waiting to burn out

A burnout, waiting to meet my fated end

My end, my final resolve, my last breath

I am a lonely soul...waiting to quietly dissolve...