We are alone for this world,
Alone with no one else.
Just another human being
With the endless curse of feeling.
There are two chairs, but one's not full,
A half-filled heart, an incomplete soul,
We are alone for this world is nothing but cold.
We are just human beings,
With the curse of endless feeling.
Staggering, stark, dark nights,
No one there to relieve your plight,
Fight to live, but live for what?
To live to die, to die to rot.
Just another human being,
With the endless pain of feeling.
Feeling of lonliness, of emptiness.
We are alone in this world,
For this world we are alone in.
We exist, to beg forgiveness of our every sin.
And then we sin.
And sin,
And sin.
To find a way to relieve the pain we're in.
The pain you put us in.
Little, lonely human being,
With the hurful curse of feeling.
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Sorrowful Songs Of Solitude
PoetryI am trying something a bit different to my usual poems. This book will be a compilation of what I have intended to be song lyrics, (although most will probably seem just like poems). Some may read a bit awkwardly, as they may not be meant for readi...
