Loneliness

loneliness comes back and knocks on my door
i always open it up and let him in
he makes himself at home in the bed next to me
as i sleep in the silence and the shadows
he whispers into my dreams
erasing everyone else from my heart
i have no where else to turn
loneliness pretends to be a friend
but then pulls out the knife
and stabs me in the back
the puncture has become a slot
where he can easily pull the knife in and out
jerking my heart strings and cutting my confidence
loneliness pulls out his dark lamp
and paints shadows of varying shades of grey
in the window panes of my soul
mixing colors like a master painter
he manages to create a hole so black
that it sucks in all my hope
in a single gulp
shadows that i can’t escape as they cling to me
all alone on the bed
just me and loneliness.