And Yes, the Loneliness,

It can get to you.

But what would you sacrifice

To feel like you used to?

.

I thought that I did,

But I didn't want you.

Or anything you can give.

Oh ! you give me nothing!

.

And falling, her words caught her
Like a net of black, and woven
She landed, and crawled under
Dark cold alleyways
Looking for light
Not realising
She had lost her sight
And she crawled in open fields
Thinking the heat she felt
Must surely be flames
The sun, through a magnifying glass
Becomes far less tame.