Lay back
Close my eyes
A few
Delicious moments
Of nothingness
Absolute calm
Mind, blank

A tingle here
A tingle there
A million tiny explosions
Through
My very core

The pain that was
My Heart
Now flows
Coursing through
My veins
Rapid
But sure, Poison

Love
Seeped from
Every pore
Loneliness
Now emanates
Loneliness,
Is Me.

edit - November 7, 2004 1:06 pm
"Loneliness is a pinnacle" - Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
Don't think I'm still there

current song I Can't Make You Love Me by George Michael