Some life

Life is just a thorn
Each day we mourn
Never a start, all gone
Light now begins dawn
Broken spirit broken
Words no longer spoken

Cobwebs of existance lay
Crimson darkness in the day
Cobwebs of existance gone
Life has to always move on

Crimson lips become a hue
Nothing left, nothing to do
Friendships are not found
I cry but never make a sound

The past is a vacant lot
Wondering what I even got
A heart that is beating strong
But I don't think I will belong

My life passes by always so quick
Seeing the candle burn to the wick
Years go by and I am always alone
It is suddenly turning my heart to stone