Ballad of the Lonely

In heeded debate of delgate it is in dreams of silent screams. I wish for the longing means upon my schemes that go unheard. He lived to bring those words to writ a creature of unfortunate habit. He alone can't seem to grasp it. Aged and broken are my insides to which his body resides. On the eve of deaths beginning date it is love that he forsake. In the final hours that thought does take. For the final blow the wind does rake. The last petal falls being no more  For it is none that love eeyor. The burdening without to hold a heart turns black that once was gold . The final ending of the fable that dies. Through tears of his own two blue eyes falling down from all the lies. He passes to the otherside death of the touch of the fiery passion hides. Now to sit empty and cold the last words come and flow now and here his story is told. No warmth, no embrace, no beauties face, no lips are there for him to taste. None can stand his ugly and he be a disgrace. The beast is forever unlovable for he be silent night and he is cursed with forever none. Dead to complete to core. Here bevthe ballad of the lonely in a silent roar.