My solitude

Im alone
The night is dark and you cant see me
Im alone
And I'll be so for all eternity
Im alone
For there's a mask on every face I see
Im alone
For every one's as ugly as me...

Life, and the death of those left behind..

As days go by
I stand here thinkin
Why doesnt it feel like home
Why doesnt it sink in
This life surrounds me
Almost surreally
This retension
Of a storm within
Makes me weary
Does it ever get over
Does the pcture ever fade?
Do I resurrect ever
Or am I left here to jade?
Who answers my questions?
Is anyone even there?
Leave answering aside
Does anyone even care?
Is there really a circle
Do they really hang on
Or is it like they're in oblivion
Just simply gone?
What abt us,
The ones left behind?
Is eternity to be curled up?
Or are we ever to unwind?