At Home Alone

At Home Alone...

Alone, through the window raining cats and dogs,

Tears, revealed through these pitiful myspace blogs,

Home, in an unknown heart far away,

Open, yet no patrons any night or day,

Mildew, begging I welcome the abuse,

Effeminate, emotionally covert is this recluse,

Aching, you guess they streamed - in reality they poured,

Longing, communicating with my dead-to-this-world keyboard,

Organs, stress, strain, but it's the... feeling un-missed,

Needy, loved like a misanthropic puppy-abusing satanist,

Ecstasy, face it - there's no more meaning in existence than in my self-made, out-of-boredom friendship bracelet.

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