I walk the streets alone
I stand with my shadow my only friend
I sit in the seat of the spiteful
Taking no delight in watching lovers
As they pass by in the night
Love is like a weed in my garden
Watered by the tears of sorrow
Bearing no fruit or sustinance
Leaves dying a withering pain
With love I do not prosper
It was not always so
But then one day life blew it away
Love stood and wrongfully judged me
Deemed me unworthy in it's sight
No longer can I find the way back
The only way open is to perish alone
Perish here in my hell
