Oh

Oh, lonely, I am one with all that’s left
Left behind in holes of theft
Theft of life that turns to death
Death that walks upon this cleft

Oh, lonely, I can speak to those unspoken
Cries of lives with penance broken
I alone can watch the token
But cash it not, my lot is joking

Oh, lonely, I can do no evil willing
All my wrongs merely fulfilling
The longing thirst that sits distilling
In my gut which I am spilling

Oh, lonely, I counted petals off a rose
And she would love me I suppose
If I had not destroyed the prose
With steep admissions of my woes

Oh, lonely, will you still listen
I have so many tears that glisten
Her thorns have cut one more incision
And I am wracked with indecision