After The Burial

So this is loneliness. I've grown too fond of this.
Now i thirst for loveliness,
to drink its beauty. i'll never fill my cup if i can't
seem to free my frozen heart.
Torturous veins tangle this body.
A scream of anguish, silenced by the distancing to
anyone. So this is loneliness.
I know this all to well. Wrap me in your wings of amity.
Torturous veins tangle this body.
A scream of anguish, silenced by the distancing to
anyone. Isolation is a four letter word.
Through my bloody hands i see my heart reach the ground.
No one is there to pick it up from the floor.