You gave me my pleasure, my sorrow, my pain,
i loved you with all that i am,
only to find my godforsaken, still-born heart,
torn from my chest to be bled once again.
all of my sorrow and every ounce of my pain,
forces my hand, opens sealed eyes once again,
even though it burns, every moment, every day,
at least for a time burned just the same...
as every other victim of love,
as every other languid soul,
as everything i wanted to be,
for a time i did succeed.
I'll never be what i want, what you need and desire,
as hard as i try...i fail,
but ever I'll strive to be better than what I've become,
en-caged, my joy lost, bitter, otherwise numb.
thank you i swear i am happy for this,
you found the grain of worth within,
at least i have shelter from the darkness that tries,
to release me from my self-imposed lies...
...just...
as every other victim of love,
as every other languid soul,
my success, shown to be, a
fallacy,
leads to a painful end for me.
not everything you want you should get,
and truly not every candy is sweet,
for those deemed most worthy are often the worst,
because it seems I'm consistently lacking.
at what point do you decide you must die,
when do you simply give up,
at what point my friend, do you decide to be dead,
and at what point do you finally succeed.
when are you finally freed,
please my friend please,
would you be so kind,
as to share the answer with me?
tell me the tale, give me a glimpse,
of the secret escape, of a way to find peace,
yet i feel it has been known, since word go of my life,
the end to this madness?
keep hope...everyone dies.
