Lost

It's the ache of the purge that weakens the will of even the strongest men in the world
And the absence of support whilst bearing the heaviest weight he's ever known
Proves toxic to man, oh isolation
Could I hold on for my life, for even one more day?

The pain of solitude stings the veins, as if the blood had been drained and replaced with bleach
Who's plan was this, to lighten the blackness my heart pushes throughout the whole of me?
I'm toxic to man, unknown but hated
But waiting to see if I'm courageous enough to laugh in the face of my tormenters...
only to remember that the joke is on me

Would someone take my gift: this rose and my hand?
Save the latter - I know I don't matter too much
Who's a lover is a liar;
it seems I only find the two to be intertwined
A lesson I learned loving what once was mine
Yet love is lost to time...
and it's pain is lost in dying

Love is always lost to time