where do I go from here, 

life has brought me to my grave and no longer does fear,

grip me of what’s to come, all that I have done,

was in vain for the total culminating sum,

has added to my emptiness and lonely heart,

a friend, a lover, I can’t find one to stay but depart,

I cried out to the world for a hand and soul to be,

but I’m left desolate and ravaged for being me,

no one cares for my words that seemingly fall to the ground,

no longer will I pick myself up with a deafening sound,

crying for help got me to this point of pain,

in ignorance I still had a hopeful walking cane,

but now I see the ground for what it truly is,

crumbling at my very presence it gives,

why does living have to hurt so much,

I no longer see the light that gives me my crutch,

as these words flow I know nothing can change,

I’m cursed to be this way I’m simply deranged,

is there a soul that cares to heal my wounds,

this here lies a legion of a man in a thousand tombs,

bring me death and never wake me from its slumber,

bring me to silence, where storms have inaudible thunder,

write this on my grave, here lies a soul,

that searched for love, and only found the cold.