Loneliness.

O Loneliness !
O Foe !
O insufferable disease !
Thou hides't thy face
so effortlessly.

Thy masquerade mask,
Thy pupil-less eyes
stare so blankly
behind thy disguise.

O Loneliness !
O Foe !
How does't thou remain unhaunted
by tempests and storms
that unravels fear in
mortal minds
that parts the inseparable ?

How does't thou keep thy mind free
from images of death and plague ?
From images of murder and disease ?

O Loneliness !
O Insufferable disease !
As the clocks striketh a dozen,
thy masquerade shall come to cease
and your mask shalt be ripped from your face,
and all misery you've caused shalt freeze.

O Loneliness !
Thou shalt be discovered,
thy disguise shall fall free !
Thou shalt be embarassed by your nakedness.

Loneliness !
Thou shalt be lonely !
And all the pride you have in that,

Shalt Vanish.

Their Bodies are like Needlecords.

Poor them.
Unnecessarily belittling their senses.
Show them some mercy.
For them, their peace comes
through disjunction,
just like a loss of life,
to part a body from soul.
Their fate is more eventful than their lives.
Give them a break,
Their bodies are like needlecords,
Just don't disregard them.

Praise

It is You I love dear'st
amongst mortals and men.
It is You for whom the
frost-laden trees
take a mighty bow
and leap into Faith,
in loving sight,
to be Seen in Thine Eyes Clear'st.