loneliness, my uninvited guest
sits across with unblinking eyes
as if I'm under arrest
for being in need of a disguise
with his feet up on the desk
flipping through my book of sin
look at those pages, what a mess
not knowing whether to end or to begin
lips curled in a winning smile
that stare cuts through my skin
hope turns into denial
as i sink further and further in
maybe you'll find me one day
amongst the jagged pieces
and on that tombstone it'll say
that this kind of love never ceases.