Solitary

My bones ache, and my body's tired.
Waiting for events in my life to transpire.
I hate this consignment.
Will I ever escape my solitary confinement?
I hold the key, but I constantly refuse to leave.
Isolation is just the closest I get to serenity.
Months fly off the calander like flocks of crows from my back yard.
I'm losing my grip, I'm practically unbarred.
My body is a lonely hell.
This hell where not even the devil dwells.
No lake of fire, it's just empty and cold.
The cold that'll stay inside..Forever untold.