Lost alone no one to stand beside me all around me stand people In white, yet I wander on alone, the one black soul lost in a sea of white. Alone forgotten left to die, as my scars and heart crack and bleed beneath the wide sky. Everyday I paste a smile to my face, every day I fall further behind in the damned eternal race. No one knows the scars on my heart. No one knows the pain buried far inside. No one knows the pain I feel for a heart so broken never to heal. I smile and I laugh but in my heart I'm at an impasse. For a broken heart always leaks no matter how tightly it may be sealed. The pain still lasts the eternal grief the lasting daze, that the lost soul shall reap. I am alone the figure in black, surrounded by the white souls of those unmarked by blood and pain. I lay inside forever to die yet forever to live never to love or to see purity, only to live on eternally forever to know not but pure misery.
