Goodnight and goodbye.

The familiar shroud of loneliness cloaks me,
it holds me tight,
taking away my will to fight,
it holds me close,
taking away my will to know.

The last cries of pain from the darkness of night,
once for the now hollowed heart,
twice for the tears that cease to depart,
thrice for the falling body of shivering frame,
quadrice for the final thud of a now soulless body.