Whoo, I'm just spitting out the bizarre stuff this week. Yeah, sitting in Spanish being bored to death by the stupid teacher (the damned idiot can't even pronounce half of the words correctly), and this appeared on my paper. It's odd, I'm warning you (and not really an example of brilliant prose either, but whatever. Life goes on, even if you read a not too amazing poem and review it)

Acid Loneliness

The edges of a soul are eaten by acid loneliness
Burning away all semblance of good
It is the predecessor to despair
The opening act in a play that takes far too many innocents
It cannot be fought or vanquished
It breeds off happy minds, gaining slight holds in
Fleeting doubts of ones surrounded by emotion
And of those who are alone
Who have none to confide their dreams
They are consumed by it, transformed into
Black holes of grief quietly mourning what once could have been
And still this acid loneliness etches itself
Into the mind, whispering heartless self-composed speeches
You are alone
You are unloved
You are a waste of a soul
A self-pitying worthless excuse to exist
The mind cries back to the intruder
Alone
Unloved
Why live?
There is nothing to deny its claims
There never was
One by one lives dissolve
Eaten away by this acid loneliness

*blink* I really don't get this poem at all. Oh well, review!