“Personification of Loneliness”

Loneliness creeps in, like a fox, quiet and sly.

His face is pale, his clothes are stained with a grey dye.

When he approaches, you will grow cold as a stare,

But you don't know how close you are to being ensnared.

 

He creeps upon you, wanting your mind with rabid gluttony.

He only talks to you when you have no company.

He whispers in your ear that you’re forgotten, until it’s stuck in your head.

He tells you things that make you cry and make you want to be dead.

 

He eats away at your feelings and only leaves pain.

His only intent is driving you insane.

There is nothing to his presence that compares.

When he controls, you will despair.

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