Loneliest of Hearts
by ruiner· from Hell Is Empty
He clinches his fists as he swings for the fucking fences
His sense of abandon keeps him from death's door
Blown knees and torn fucking muscles heart made of steel
These are the hours he never wants back this is the price that you pay for glory
Or maybe a sense of fulfillment very few can appreciate the silence
The cold calm when nothing is left standing in our way
This is joy in it's greatest moments shared only by the truly selfish in a place where only the lonely ever choose to stand and die
Behind every drop of sweat eyes unfazed and devoid of feeling
Love has no place here
Our hearts beat alone