Loneliness

Loneliness, be the name of my lover.

Whom embraces me

and wraps her dark tendrils taught.

Between each of my fingers is one of hers,

and she covers me silky and warm.

When I cry she reaches up to dry tears from my eyes.

When it is morning she hums sweet lullabies.

When it is day she stands right by my side

and places a hand on the small of my back.

Loneliness loves me, or I think that she would

if she or if I knew the meaning of the word.

For she came to me when I felt so alone

and she kissed me and told me I would not be alone.

Yet I am.

Yet I look upon her where she stands before me

and at once I feel so safe

but also so lonely.

And I no longer think that I know who she is

because only she calls herself Loneliness.

The others call her monster, and demon, and fiend.

I call her my lover;

they call me crazy;

and she laughs in their faces and tells me they're crazy.

Says I should hurt them, if I love her,

so I think that I will.

So lonely with Loneliness I am willing to kill.

And I will.