Nameless [Loneliness]

Off-tune sobbing, crash to the ground,
No music, no comfort, nothing found
Flamboyant shoelace from a failed attempt,
Rusty scissors for crimson kept.

An unheard spell, recited wrong,
Absence of clock, quiet too long.
Lonely plush, in the corner alone.
A skewered cable to cut off the phone.

A bed unkempt, but rest never had
Open diary, blank pages of sad.
Swollen eyes, hum a hymn of scarlet,
Headset ears, but which is the outlet?

A life void of contact, without people,
Whispering echoes bounce through the steeple.
Where dreary days drag on and on,
And we continue to read out our song.