Lonely: Having a feeling of depression or sadness resulting from the consciousness of being alone; lonesome
So says Mr. Webster, but then how does he know
Was he this lonely, was he ever this low
He may have defined death but did he ever think it
Mix a lil to much alcohol together, a bit wormwood, then drink it
So he defined contemplate to but did he have much to think about
I think so long and hard on past deeds it makes me want to shout
Crying is no release when your sorrows never die
I always see demons from my past, they look me eye to eye
I keep bringing them up and I really don’t know why
It’s a vicious circle that will repeat until the day I die
Or until I can’t take it anymore and let my veins run dry

by Christopher Taber

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