As I go through the motions of everyday life,

I feel that I am completely alone.

As nights come my fear of the dark grows stronger.

In my own dreams I am haunted by the topic of solitude.

Most nights I end up crying for help,

The help never comes.

 

I am like a forgoten child in a house consumed by fire.

I can hear people close by, but they can't hear my screams.

I yell for them to save me but as one turns I see eyes, bight red with rage.

He was holding a gas can the he throw aside.

I then realized that no one would be coming to save me.

As the flames of the fire grew so did his twisted smile.

I was alone in life and I soon will be in death.