LONELINESS

I can feel the cold puss of loneliness
Shoot its acrid vinegars into my soul
Deadening my sensitivities
Fueling my anger
And loosening my tears
Emptiness echoes on my hesitant breath
Like a butterfly's wing
Beating in a void
I am alone
Self-sacrificed upon the high altar
Of my own pride
Bleeding uncontrollably from
The loss of you