Best Wishes

My friend
This place is a pit
It's dark and it's quiet
And safe and full of best wishes
But, God, it'll hurt
Like a sucker punch straight to the head
To the heart, to the stomach
Every single fucking time you fall in
It'll hit you hard and all at once
Like a slow rush of traffic and blood
You'll know exactly when it's coming
But somehow never expect it

But you are welcome, my friend

This place is a ditch
It's a depression with purpose
And maybe you can see the surface
But if you leave, you'll be seen a damaged wreck
It's overgrown and largely ignored
When you walk watch your step
Or you might trip and break your neck
And won't be found 'til Christmas
Why don't you crawl in for a bit
Rabbit of Sham, come and sit
You'll see my manners are pure
Though my faith may be flagitious

But you are more than welcome, my friend

This place is trench
It's narrow and winding, eroding and binding
You can't run long distance
But can do a hundred breathless sprints to the end
Just keep your eyes down and you'll be protected
It's deep and defensive
But still, I'd wear a helmet
Cause you might wanna shoot yourself in the head
This place is a pit, it's a ditch, it's a trench
It is what it is - heavy

This place is cold and dead, but you are most welcome, my friend
Best wishes, Loneliness