Who is lonelier than I?
I of shattered soul and broken heart.
Betrayed and forgotten by the one who said she cared.
The pain of emotion more than the rending of weak flesh.
Locked up in a tumultuous mind. Under siege by doubt and despair.
Will they take the fortress of my will?
Will all I’ve ever known be ripped apart by all I’ve ever loved?
Her face the razor blade that tears anew the veins of my sorrow.
Leaving me broken and alone.
Take me now unto your bosom Mother Darkness.
Comfort this child, this fool…
Loneliness…
