And as my tears lace my lower lashes,
I woe my lack of situation,
Letting misery grip and grow
Into the wash of loneliness
That causes my heart to swell
And a storm to appear
One of apathy
Swirling winds without terror
Howling trees without laughter
Spraying salt water that laps against my wounds
'You are alone!' it cries
'As am I'
And my self-pity firmly stands
Above the reminder of the world
Which also dwells in darkness;

I will lick only my wounds.
I will let yours bleed forever.
I care only for my own life;
Maybe that's why

I am alone.