Loneliness.
It wrings the life out of you,
Till you're but a candle at the bottom of the ocean.
Loneliness.
It's the level of hell,
Right below the rubbles of your abandoned existence.
Loneliness.
It's the mother of all these ghosts,
Screaming for life in the deaf crowds of mortals.
Loneliness.
It makes death cry,
With cold souls disturbingly calm between his cracked palms.
Elliepoet
