Lonely

Cast into hell when you’re lonely,

Seemingly heaven when not,

Loneliness can hold on you, spread like a rot

A lonely man can do thing in search of connections,

He hurts others and himself,

He feels like B.I.G, “A worthless fucking Buddha head,”

In the deep abyss of darkness he feels chained until your death,

He feels like B.I.G, “A worthless fucking Buddha head,”

In the deep abyss of darkness he feels chained until your death,

It’s like a shroud of darkness,

In this state he can fall for anything,

The easiest is the end of a string left in that dark,

For in his darkness he’ll pull at anything,

He just wants to escape,

He follows this string endlessly,

For it’s the string of escape,

The string of connection,

Follow every twist and turn,

For he sees it as the only way out,

But just as he sees the light,

The string falls away,

You look around and are surrounded,

All around you see a string every way,

He doesn’t know what to pull,

Or if he even wants to pull something,

He has no way to know what will happen,

But he must make a choice,

And often the best choice is to fall away,

Back away from the light,

Back off from connections,

Swallowed by the darkness again.