Loner's curse

Here I sit in my familiar lonesome room,
Rotting in my forgotten, isolated tomb.

The whispering of silence claws my ears,
The eternal silence is amongst my fears.

Memories of nothing, of noone I've met,
No friends or lovers to forget.

The aura of my life seems so grey,
Being alone with no company, ever, like today.

Wanted passions have no healing,
They can't fulfill this empty feeling.

What other infliction could be worse,
Than my life being doomed with the loner's curse?