Dust.

Dust,

Is my befallen trust.

Drugs,

My craven crutch.

The joys in life give me a rush

yet, most have been untouched.

Lonely,

The antithesis of lovely.

Holy 

can never be for me.

Vice, and sin are only beneficiary.

Virtues and trinity are drudgery,

Crying,

My chance at love is dying.

Trying,

To find will for living.

Loneliness is my destiny,

It's all that is my history.

Look in your inner being,

Try and revert your beginning,

Because all it will end up being,

Is another ending.

Without love,

Without care,

Bringing Joy to the air,

Making the world fair,

You don't belong here.