Confused

The quietness of the dark haunts me.
I struggle against it,
But the more I try, the more wild it gets.

I grieve into the darkness.
I feel him fading away from me.
I don’t do anything but watch and wave adieu.

His eyes are sorrowful,
I leave him cloyed.
But the mysterious thing is that I don’t feel anything.

I should feel desolate.
I should have woes,
But the truth is that I feel nothing.

Only the darkness is what I feel.
I want it to go away,
But it won’t, it can’t.

Do I still love him?