Crypt

In the darkness of my crypt I ly alone.
No one to help me, no place to go.
Who would ever help a forgotton soul?
Why should thy touch the face of unhappiness?
When thy face shall burn thy skin, and thy fingers are to cold to bare.
My bones will break with one light touch, and my heart will break form your love.
Your love is what put me in the god forsaken crypt for all of eternity.
So why can't thy just take me out and burn me?