To be alone, 
To be truly alone, 
To give up everything you have known. 
To live a life of solitude, 
Not dealing with the chaotic crude. 
By yourself, with no one there,
This painful life is always bare. 
You'll laugh no more, 
Forever bore. 
Forever alone,
The star that shone
The one you cannot see with eyes, 
But, still, alone it dies.
Not often, I speak
With one of the meek, 
Or the mild, 
Sometimes a child. 
But never do they understand
Why a healthy one with healthy hands
Cannot help, cannot hate,
For he's over, checkmate. 
His choice is done,
The gray has won. 
Unsure to live, 
Afraid to give, 
Is sure to die. 
No more time to buy
With blank stares, 
Forgotten cares,
Empty speeches,
Forging so many sieges
To keep everyone out
When, inside, you yearn to shout,
"Save me!"
"Hate me!"
"Love me!"
"Shove me into reality!"
But, instead, 
His end is ahead. 
Shoved to my grasp,
His breath, his gasp,
Are to be his last. 
For I am death, the master. 
He never loved or learned to hate. 
Now I, the gray, have won. Checkmate.