
I'm alone this Friday night. AGAIN. It's better than I'm making it sound, it's not all whiney or anything.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Poetry - Words: 113 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-01-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2667642
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Loneliness
Alone this dismal Friday night,
There is no hope, no shining light
Nobody here to comfort me
Nobody near to heed my plea
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Alone I do not need to hide
I can show what's here inside:
A monster of tragic despair
It holds the weight I cannot share
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I do not cry from out my eyes
Instead I shed my cloth disguise
And cry red tears from out my vein
For to feel love is to feel pain
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Alone and crying crimson tears
I decide I have no fears
I put a bullet in my head
And now I am among the dead
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I'm not alone, but with the dead.
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