I am alone in this place that is my coming my tome I built it brick by brick
all a slight beacon of hope and light shines in.
with wind comes the coldness that is locked up tight brilliantly.
Thoughts to skirted to make since I only know one thing that is the loneliness.
Vanity that causes insanity quick hatefulness that eats me way.
Everyone comes for a visit every once in awhile but do they stay I think not.
I go back to being alone fearfully of the days that come to repeat to be that I am alone and will stay this way.
Darkness is consuming the hope that is left as the bricks gather and no one will be able to get in soon there will be no visitors at my door for all I know is the loneliness that is in store.