Loneliness

[Revolte]

Can't put to word whats felt,
This dread and this demise.
Like winds blowing gently,
Through fields of thorns and lies.

I'm found in prayer to gods,
Who I feel not are true.
Begging for soft hands,
To gently ease me through.

Loneliness has grown,
With each day known and gone.
And like a vicious howl,
I'm left to only haunt.

To haunt the endless graves,
Of souls alike and lost.
A thousand much like me,
Who lived to lose and rot.