What is this loneliness that invites itself into the home of my soul?
              It opens no pretty windows for me and takes no part in ever having me once again whole.

Loneliness furnishes my emotions with it's definition beneath starched sheets lining my lone bed.
         The shouting it rants and raves through my halls, deafening my ears with it's intended ramblings of nothings said.

I hunch over velvet arms as the emptiness and hollow I feel in the bowels of my belly tenants that familiar  presence.
             My hate of self and pity's back now turned bleeds puddles crawling across floor boards in obliged penance.

Loneliness peeks in the minds hidden closets and their shelves of mirrors reflecting the beautiful Misery.
           The great listener to lying lips salivates down my lowly chin. Drowning in ponders pond of possibly's. The woe's deservingly wails away the fight and that want to be free. Leave the lights off to shade the weakness drooling down my legs.
No more lappings in my ears recalling your voice that once begged.
Hinges and glass doors showcase reasons for the pain. Broken pieces and shattered minds recalling the room where my heart was slain.            
 Continue your uninvited thickness in this most dreary ah home my dark and seemingly demonic friend...
and I will welcome the scratching on my walls announcing when something has arrived at it's perfected end.