Rhythm of Misery

Such pain and grief pursues his heart; From where it comes, he has no thought. It aches and aches and aches and aches, But it never ceases, to be caught. A life without love, is no life at all; But where does this life be found at all? It grows, it grows, it grows and grows, Further away each moment he's sought. Fruitless tree that bears no fruit, Why carry on, while dressed in black soot. He rots, he rots, and he rots away While none at his bedside stay. Courage whispers to none but one, But it may not be courage at all. He bears, he begs, he breaks and loathes, Then frantically falls into the land of those.