around halloween remembrance

There will be no great love for me.There is only closing beginnings endings,of my fates predictability.How i am one who knows futures of tomorrow's grow bleaker.Most weep from heartache or loss,i weep not.Even acts of kindness is only for selfish egoism gain It brings a sense of a hero of the less fortunate to be what they know their not. Its all self gratitude pretending to be generous. I don't know what it means to truly care as im selfish in my wants.I pay the price of the gypsy curse of unfulfilled desires of anothers lust.Happy to be alone ,afraid to belong to that old belief of souls can be as one,my soul is for know other to own,it keeps me bound to lost love.