Loneliness is its own demon,
for it make the bearer stress,
nobody to talk too,
nobody who stays.

The demon who captures the host,
brings them to a world,
where people don't have hearts.

Nobody lives here,
who speak to this being in pain,
who feels mistreated,
in the demons own play.

The marionettes are humans,
who have lost the will,
to speak,
to feel,
to care for their own.

The stage is the world they live in,
so far away,
from dreams and hopes,
away from promises.

How could one live with no social life,
that's easy to answer,
they just do.

They fight the demons of loneliness,
they kill its horrific core,
they wake with hazy thoughts,
no sorrow left to morn.