Thursday, September 15, 2011


my best friend is my loneliness
she's always true to me
i wallow in my pity
at the bottom of the sea
the coldness in my heart
will not let you in
my loneliness is here with me
until the bitter end

so shut the door behind you
leave quickly from this place
my soul you shall not enter
just look upon my face
glimpse at it quite quickly
it's really not so real
you'll leave contented knowing
you think much like i feel

the face you saw is lieing
you know me not at all
your judgment of me tenuous
afloat within a squall
so leave me in my loneliness
i bid you fair adieu
my true face and the mask it wears
needs not the likes of you

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