Lonely Shine

In the darkest realms of lonely,
nothingness appears.
when all alone is at its best,
with friends that disappear.

emptiness the only sound,
hollow echoes fly.
sickness started forms an empty heart,
no one hears the cries.

It starts and spreads like wild fire,
yet cold without the flames,
no real heat or flames to fan,
but burns inside the same.

its cold conceals the love one feels,
killing joys and glee.
calling out in angry shouts,
why did my friends leave.