lonely is beyond,

a dirt road

lonely is beyond infinity

deep in the desert

deep in the wild

no one there

only the owl,

lizard and snake

no comfort there

no other soul

no other heart

in the dark

only the slice of moon,

the silent stars,

hanging in the cold black

pasted lights

high beyond infinity

lonely is near at hand

clutching my heart with talons

with only the lifeless

to keep me company

lonely is a crowd

all wearing masks

Dying flowers,

Wilted like my soul.

Dry and brittle,

Like my mind.

Twisted and broken,

Like my insides.

Have I a heart that pounds,

Or a heart that cries out?

Like a flower in it's last days,

Weeping for the life they missed.

I weep for the freedom that comes,

When dying.

A dying flower,

Too dead to stand.

A dying soul,

Too dead to change.

I'd call myself a dying flower,

But at least the flower will be free,

While I stay here chained in hell,

The flames devouring my dry and brittle soul,

Leaving me curled up in a fatal position,

Trying to disappear into a void where it'll all go away.

I envy that dying flower.