If Your Loneliness Were a Flag You Could Wave It
If your loneliness were a flag
you could wave it high
above your conquered lands.
If it were a car you could paint it metallic blue
and drive it over the cliffs of hell
into a fiery sea.
If it were a ship you could fly it
into the heart of the sun.
If your loneliness were god
you could curse it
or petition for mercy.
If it were a stranger you could turn it
away at the door.
If it were a heart you could stop it.
If your loneliness were love you could steel yourself to it
toss its letters, unopened, into the trash.
If it were a law
you could break it
or strike it down.
If it were a house you could
set it aflame and watch it glow
from distant hills.
If your loneliness were your mother
you could pack your things and run away
make it suffer for the years of pain.
If it were a ghost you could banish it
back to the Netherrealms with a spell
or a charm.
But your loneliness is a song
and you have an ugly voice.
The neighbors complain
every time you try and sing.
Horror Sleaze Trash 