The Lonely Man

A poem I wrote for a Valentine's day contest a few years back.

 On a lonely street

Walks a lonely man.

 

 With noone to meet,

And nothing to plan.

 

 Nothing so precious.

Nothing so sweet.

 

 Just paranoia, and fear

The forever repeats.

 

 Memories fade of the place before this,

Nightmares replace all that bliss.

 

 Hidden behind masks,

Three pieces of you.

 

 Blood as payment,

For passage through...

 

 What that I were he,

Who finally unlocks thee-

 

 But I am gone now,

There's nothing left of me.

 

 All my heart was given to you,

Blood as payment for passage through...

 

 Now I walk, a foreign land.

Hole in chest, head in hand.

 

 There's nowhere to go.

There's nothing to be.

 

 All I know is

I am not free.

Author's Note

Brutal Honesty, please. I can take it. ^-^