Alone

There will never be someone for me No strong arms to hold me close No shoulder to ease my misery No eyes that see into my soul At night I shall always lie alone my pillow nothing but a soft lie as my lonely heart turns to stone and my soul sings a bitter song Perhaps my unwise choices in the past are now a punishment that whispers in the softest voices telling me that I will always lament This emptiness that is my shroud grows tighter pulling me into hell where death is a dark and evil cloud as I wait for Charon's calling bell