Lonliness

An quiet place.
A hollowed face.
An empty head.
must be dead.

A life without pain.
A life with no gain.
A life without a someone.
A life with no-one.

A pain in the chest.
Sick of all the rest.
To life I wish was easy.
Oh that hope is measly.

A sudden shock.
On my door death did knock.
As my silhouette was drawn with chalk.
I found myself buried in a rock.

In a quite place.
With a hollowed face.
With my empty head.
And so I must be dead