Lonely
The tears fall like mid-day rain,
Drowning soundlessly in all the pain.
Closed up in a small dark room,
Waiting for the coming doom.
Eyes that grow red from crying,
Limbs that feel like they're dying.
The blood that stains those shaking hands,
Falls to the floor in crimson strands.
The fearful scream echos through the air,
It's as if no one will dare to care.
A lonely soul travels in freight,
All it's days turned to night.
The tears that flow like a river,
Make one shake, shiver, and quiver.
The lonely days go on forever,
Will they end? No not ever.
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