winter is close,
watching the leaves fall,
the tree stand tall.
bracing the cold,
with no one to hold, but
it doesn't feel lonely.
it doesn't feel alone.

lying in the snow,
descending into madness,
detachment's all i know.
with no where to go,
nobody to hold, but
it doesn't feel lonely.
i don't feel alone.

longing for release,
the beauty's in the silence,
the only form of peace.
the void is where i go,
to spiral in the darkness,
the comfort of a home.
it never is lonely,
no one's ever truly alone.