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
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