Lonely

Lonely hearts and lonely souls
They like to burn with blackened coals
And when the life has grown so old
They lie forever in eternity's hold.

Towards they go, the dark abyss
A place for people that no one will miss
And if they rise, they tell all this:
To seal your fate before death's kiss.

Drowning, immersed in all the fears
In this world that forms all tears
And the screaming of ones held dear
Is the only thing the winds may hear.