• So silent now as the physical aura of loneliness sits in
    Its cold, prickly fingers creeping up my body
    With an stale breath across my neck
    So quietly it mocks me
    Making humor of my empty bed

    Go away and leave me be
    Remove your presence from my head
    Just grant me peace o' friend with frosty fingertips

    Abstraction is only created by the senses
    But Realism is beyond this freezing darkness
    I know i can not feel him, see him , smell him, or even taste him on my lips
    But he is in fact very real

    Real enough for my mind to conjure up his features in my dreams
    Real enough for my heart to generate his love within my being
    Tonight, o' loneliness, you don't stand a chance
    Because when i close my eyes tonight you will leave me be
    You will grant me my peace,
    You will cease to exist
    And loneliness wont matter anymore

    -for DTLL-