Loneliness

I walk lonely as a cloud that sleeps on vales and rest on hills when thought become loud and loneliness kills. where is thy love? Why is thy heart with emptiness filled? Wishing through the cold night broken & shelter, with nothing to heal. Where is thy love? Where is the innocuous soul of thee? A poet turned from gay thrown into turmoil and colossal self destruction but kept moving, for anyway is a way.. He found the Angels singing songs of doom. hell was nothing compare to his dark little room...