Loneliness, the warmer gun.
It rumbles first- maybe so you would be better prepared for what is to follow.
From the deepest crevices of your heart.
And shoots out like electricity to every end your body presents.
Burning jolts deadening your senses.
Until there is nothing left to feel.
Until all that is left is an echo of a hollow, hollow space from which it all began.
Repeat.
