Loneliness, a gest that one can feel but alone,
as I sit here in the darkness, there is no peeking light,
there is no warmth upon the breeze seeking to chill my heart,
the tears that shatter upon my cheek, crystal crashes and yet no-one turns.
Bound in dust of memories passed,
will this heart of stone crumble in future days,
peace is all that this soul wishes to find,
to be able to settle down and not worry about what is left behind.
As the ropes around my mind start to tie harder,
my thoughts of being two slowly start to fade,
the blanket of black envelopes my body dragging me back into reality,
the non-existant din of the room shatters my dreams and back to earth I gently fall.
Loneliness during the midnight hours,
my heart aches to feel the sensation of Want,
knowing that when I wake that special being will be smiling down on me,
radient in the suns golden rays, the darkness of before being swept away.
As I sit here, in the sombre night, I turn my body to that glowing light,
I seek the flame that illuminates the corner,
shadows dancing with never ending ease,
yet here I sit, my tears do fall, like a river path etched upon my skin.
Loneliness, a gest that one can feel but alone,
as I sit here in the darkness, there is no peeking light,
there is no warmth upon the breeze seeking to chill my heart,
the tears that shatter upon my cheek, crystal crashes and yet no-one cares.