Lonely

Inside the fear in times of distress
heave. My heart in the throat
bounces, one dump body is used.
I no longer find anyone else,
I do not get the heart of a friend.
Not lonely never be
out of the studios. they dream
only pairs, and love filling nights will be charged.
17 Market Street, the lights shine
the windows during the day,
so many of the familiar, a friend is gone.
I wade in these loneliness
swamps, often gonna fall all the way.
I live in a stupor, or
I have gone to some,
just the other worlds.