In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where shadows dance and memories bind,
I sit alone with thoughts so deep,
In solitude, my soul does weep.

The moonlight casts a silver hue,
Upon the walls, so cold and true,
With every tick of time’s cruel hand,
Loneliness, my silent stand.

The whispers of the night grow loud,
As silence wraps me like a shroud,
In the echo of a distant dream,
I float alone on sorrow’s stream.

Yet in this stillness, I find breath,
A solace in the arms of death,
For in the dark, I see the light,
Loneliness, my guiding sight.