The Book of the Dead.

Alone I am,
Alone I'll stay,
In my head,
darkness at play.

Alone little kid,
Alone little man,
Alone other thing,
who's body is made of sand.

Alone at dawn,
Alone at dusk,
Alone at winter,
sadness is a must.

Alone with anger,
Alone with fear,
Alone with thoughts of "I don't want to be here."

Alone when crowded,
Alone when alone,
Alone when talking on the telephone.

Alone when awake,
Alone when dreaming,
Alone is this one, whose story is not gleaming.