All by my lonesome, I lay down at night.
All by my lonesome, I lack the power to fight.

All by my lonesome, I stare at a rose,
I watch it wither, decompose.

I wish I could,
take this rose's place,
to finally enjoy,
death's soothing embrace.

All by my lonesome, I stare at the city.
All by my lonesome, I feel great pity.
I feel the cold wind caress my skin,
is this the end, do I finally win ?

All by my lonesome, I gaze into the night.
All by my lonesome, I finally take flight.

All by my lonesome, I fall down.
All by my lonesome, I hit the ground.

All by my lonesome, I give out my breath.
All by my lonesome, I embrace death.
And on my skin, I feel the cold rain.
Away the blood and the pain.

All by it's lonesome, my body lies.
Nobody cares, nobody cries ...

We forgot to laugh.
The lonesome cars.
The lonesome people.
The poor souls.
The gutter trash.
The lonesome past.
Lonesome we.
Lonesome us.
Lonesome you.
Lonesome me.
Too lonesome.
So we ask.
Where are my manners.
Meet with hands in the mud.
Soil for the soul.
Eyes in a fade.
SIdewalk.
Old chevy with a silver bumper.
A *** in the alley.
Little soul.
All soul.
No soul.
All before it’s forgotten.
Allways of the way we were brought in.
Change.
Let the snow melt.
Drink it.
Eat the grass.
Still lonesome.
Lonesome but wholesome hospitality.
You’re dead if in a hospital.
The people gather around.
Just to watch..
Watch it all burn down.
They killed Jim by the creek.
They don’t care.
Sad Boys.
Sad girls.
Sad beds
Sad world.
Needles.
Scars.
Bits.
& parts.
Separate.
One with all.
All in one.
Patterns.
Killed.
No grave.
Only Michael T. Berland