Got no friends, don’t need none
Lone wolf contemplating in the den
Seething with acrimony few can match
Pacing bitterness from end to end
This race has worn out its welcome
Waiting for the pandemic to amp
Mutant branch of the family tree
Choking out all relatives
Misery hates company
Can’t relate to a single soul
Writhing inside while appearing still
Carry on as long as there’s a will
Waiting for the pandemic to amp
Drowning in solitude
Stand surrounded by a thousand being plague
Watching the leaves turn black and fall
Heart stops beating, flesh starts rotting
Another summer fades away…
Replaced by the grip of winter
Enter as a stranger, leave as a corpse
If you ever knock upon my door