Loneliness seeps through the brittle shell of my heart and slowly dissolves its contents.
And thus the cell doors swing wide and the demons rise up again.
Their motives inexplicable as they disembowel sanity from thought.

If only I could pursue my passions as vigorous as they.
Life would be a frenzy of motion and delight.
Yet I sit helpless as the hollow of my heart grows unchecked.
I find it astounding there is anything left to consume.

The ragged pain of it all has grown comforting.
At least I know what it is the night will bring.
A wrenching bewilderment of emotions beyond description.
A bombardment of thought, fragmented and insane.
Cold hours spent shivering within.
Until the frost grows over,
and the brittle shell is once more.