Persistent river tumbling to the pillow that breaks the fall. Crowded room yet all alone the broken heart pleads for the sharpest edge. Visions of love surround the heart and squeeze life from the veins. Emptiness overtakes, smothering the smile with tortured agony. Eyes open not, heart do not beat, breathe fail the body. The path was was not, yet it is. The soul screams and pleads. Time turn back and change the future, for death shall fall. The weary heart gains no rest, for they walk to and fro. Yet all alone, the soul entertains to no end. All alone in the night, all alone in the day. All alone on the pillow of hell. The soul begs for one crumb from the floor, yet the dogs devour all that remains. All alone! All alone! They do not understand nor do they try. Happiness prevails yet the soul is all alone. Laughing and talking, singing and dancing, love they make, yet the soul is all alone. Sheets tightly wrapped drying the final tear. Tomorrow is gone and today fails to pass. Darkness chokes the life from the wind that lifted the wings. All alone, fly no more for darkness is a choice and the end is soon to follow. By the twisted words memories will remain. Yet one chair remains cold. And the tables lack for all is gone and he is all alone. Too late for yesterday, looking back is now to the side. Perfect vision but its too late for now he is all alone!