Without my Loneliness

As the multitude of my worlds coincide within this metaphor,

The seven flames of philosophy are kindled,

Tormented by the absence of my second death,

The dry bones of my sanity come to life,

announcing the moment of wrath,

My days become nights, But my nights become lonely days that long to be nights again,

My faith becomes doubt,

But then my doubt becomes a faith that longs to be faithless,

My tomorrow becomes today,

But my today longs for tomorrow to never come back to itself,

My truths become lies,

But my lies loose record of the very truths they sought to distort,

My life becomes death,

But now death longs for my life to never end and stay away from its fortress,

My light becomes my darkness,

But my darkness cannot stand the aura of love that comes with being appreciated by all,

In all my comfort becomes my loneliness,

But now my loneliness is pushing me away,

Because without me my loneliness is complete,

And when my loneliness is complete what will I be,

but a lonely soul that is lonelinessless.