Dear Loneliness,

For loneliness like this there is no cure

The kind that leaks into your bloodstream 

From your contaminated soul

The kind that seeps in to your bones 

Makes you weak and lazy 

The kind that leaves a bitter taste

Battery acid mingling with your taste buds

The kind that kills your lungs 

Like cigarette smoke biting off your years

The kind that leaves every sound a screech 

A banshee yelling in your ear 

The kind that you get addicted to 

Even as it leaves your insides

As something no less than a disaster

Gasoline and arson 

Vandalism and sharpies 

The smell of them stuck in your nose

Unable to forget

Brainwashing by suffocation

Black hole created by detonations

Hole where your heart was 

Hole where your insides where 

Whole you are no longer

You become a void

Bottomless

Endless

Empty 

Dark 

For loneliness like mine 

There is no cure 

But pure unadulterated phony 

happiness