The loneliness of existence comes at me,

Arms wide open it makes me want to,

Plummet my head and not be.

I ask for myself why does it always call,

To stop right in to make me taught.

Loneliness knows how to grab hold,

A lot of days have past as I lose control.

A many years are still stopping by,

Always for me to see,

But the loneliness knows how to survive.

Its snatched a hold of the my lost soul,

As I know loneliness is always served     and comes through alone.

Blessed at love but love never wins,

So many days stop by where has our love been.

I welcome each day as I lie awake,

But isolation always turns into my days.

So what of the times that I gave to you?

I feel your essence still running through.

I long for days to come find me,

and take away my unjust plea....
~Inkmaster~