Hymn to Loneliness

You still don’t know what is love,
The treasure you’ve never had,
But you’ve got used to talk about
It… only with yourself.

You desperately seek the truth
With doors always locked.
In nothingness around you,
Cut off from all this world.

So wildly people you detest,
Can’t tell the liar’s mask.
About everything yourself
And just yourself you ask.

You seek the answers in your head,
Illusions, childish fears.
Your closed heart’s becoming dead,
Your dreams are really weird.

To fall asleep and never wake,
And never see the dawn.
And every petty pace you make
With dubious pride - alone.

Posted on 3/19/2007 5:22:27 PM