Loneliness is a labyrinth

Loneliness is like the puppeteer

Dragging you along a desolate valley

As you feel the cracks of the ground

Scratch up your knees

But one day

A pair of scissors threatens to cut the strings

And you cry out to nothing

As two sides begin to emerge

The side that clings to loneliness

And the side that despises it

So much it feels suffocating

Your throat dries up

An instinctual craving

That almost feels natural

Like how the body yearns for water

Loneliness wants to be loved

Wants someone to pay attention

To the hole in its heart

Is there a limit?

Maybe a threshold exists

Where it feels colder

To be in someone's arms

Rather than to be alone

The chill never leaves

And the world feels like a distorted daze

Just waiting for the darkness

to take control