All Alone

Even during apocalypse if you asked,
“What do you crave the most?”
It would be palpable that it’s her,
Even if I put on cloak of a ghost.

Never ever had I had enough courage,
But finally when I had some, was too late.
Like starving stag looking for some forage,
I was desperate for love, in world of hate.

But I reckon, I really really do
That on this mean sphere
I would find love too.

Now I won’t break I’m too stubborn.
And now I’m midst of this cosmos,
In these conditions, forlorn.

I’m happy, I thought I really am,
But without love it’s all a sham.

Again I’m walk down these streets,
Full of people as always.
Again I my superficial smile greets,
But they don’t bother anyways,

Because I’m a lone wolf,
Predestined to be all alone.
Because I’m a lone wolf,
Predestined to be all alone.