The Lonely, Lonely, Loner

The Lonely Lonely Loner
By: Uriah "The CivILLian" Walters; The Escribe Adventurist

Moving forward
Moving backward
It's either up goes the protector
Or down the attacker
The lonliest loner at home
Isn't even alone
The hermit has visitors
Loneliness overthrown
Doorbell has cobwebs
And fingerprints
Doormat shadow is darkened
But who's lingering

Who's answering
Is the loneliest loner who's always alone
Distant in a seclusion even at home?

It could be possible he's lonely lonely
A double negative
Misunderstanding
The lonely is phony phony
Only a tool
An instrument
Only solely
Used to suffocate conversations that were so deep
So steep
So as to penetrate the closet of skeletons
The things that made him so weak
So to speak he's a lonely lonely loner
Mystery aroma roamer
Grasping clouds
Sort of like a stoner

He slips away while he's surfing his brain waves
Until he gets wiped out
Sanity no longer remains
The climactic reactant thus rushed through his veins
Faster than the highest pressure through a pipe drain

...No more pain
The grip that his darkest deeds and enemies
had on him can't be maintained
Tears, sweat and blood seem to leave no stains
All washed away when it rains

Until then
Moving forward
Moving backward
To escape his lonesome self
Is a haphazard
A technique the loner still hasn't yet mastered
Quick to slip away
If only he could do it faster
And be more speedy
Enough to outrun the greedy
The nosy, the needy
Those who bleed into his life
Just to make him sign social peace treaties
Until he can no longer speak freely

Until he can no longer yell stop
His heart
His chest
His loss of breath
It's locked
To reflect his mess
His stress equals a mental complex being torn down
And a cardiac arrest

Loneliness is a restriction
One that gives a depiction
Of how he felt no one would listen to his word diction
And when somebody finally chooses to listen
He goes back into his loneliness just to dismiss 'em

He's trying to clear his head yet his nerves steady twitchin'
Due to the hallucinagins injected in his system
Distorted innocence
Searching for replinishment
How does he escape the point in which his mind deminishes
Being a victim to these cynical predicaments
These experiences are becoming fairly imminent
Thus his lonely loneliness is treated by his ignorance
A bliss that awards him in mischievousness

Moving forward
Moving backward
A lonely misfit unfit with unpleasant attractions
Almost able to escape
From those who cannot relate
Yet it seems to be too late
Confinement in an open space
How can his joy be so temporary
Limited, insanitary
Dirty and inflammatory
Burning him bad and scorching
The earnest of his attempts
Turns into a furnace
Progress is exempt

All over again
The loneliest of the loneliest
Who has a bone to pick
Can't seem to do nothing about it

His world is clouded
Ready to release the rain
For some reason this time around he doubts it

Embracing what he once tried to escape
He's now a lonely lonely loner just for loneliness' sake

Moving backward...
Moving backward...