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Loneliness of the highest still feels ill to the loneliness of those who aren't worth the slightest.

My heart still aches for the loss of time and space while the empty void of emotion drowns my enriched decreppeded face. I once a God now only a man. I too suffer from the mere touch of a former loves hand.

Where fair valleys of rolling green emotion grew wild and wide

Now is barren with loss of love and filled with withering voices and the absense of joyful escapades. Once flowing with emotion now a place where my love used to smile and  hide. 

So the eyes of my former self lon

 Drowned in this abyss of rotting sorrow. Instill face that lonely demon that shall reside in my heart til forever and further into tomorrow.