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Lonely is the word that describes me
My feeling my mood.

I am thinking, my belly and mind ache for food.

I wanna cry, but everyone will see.

My heart hurts, yet there is no mortal wound.

My soul, melting away and wasting away.

I can feel my heart drip.

i hear the voice, lonely voice, singing in my heart.

In my head a lonely bird dances; a dip and a dive.

The light far away seems so bright, so hot.

I can't breathe, my lips seethe-
little words...

"Go forth" It's not worth, I'm not worth.

The voice stops and cycles, instruments join.

Sad accordion, ghostly piano, and the devilish violin
all entice, They've got a vice, I'm in it.

The voice is getting louder, shifting higher and lower.

The accordion longer, sadder and sadder.

He plays alone, all alone.

My chest feels empty and heavy.

All I truly know, my body grows fatter.

Miscellaneous words and different views.

Hidden cues of fate, they abandon me.

My heart it hurts but my mind it suffers.

I don't want to whimper, but my lips they shudder.

My skin flows and jumps, it's shivering.

In my head old cartoons, long forgotten colors.
Lonely is the word that describes my mood.