What is it to love?
For this act has fled from me...
Time has stolen my love
and my heart no longer performs its duty.
It has forgotten itself
and been consumed by countless doubt
accompanied by an empty vacuum
in which no life is capable of survival.
My love is dead...
What is it to be loved?
For this act I've never known...
Neither the act itself or the showing of it.
No one has loved me except for his own gain.
I am invisible to the world...
merely a ghost walking the earth, forever unnoticed...
A tortured soul with an embittered mind,
the end result of a lifetime of unrequited love.
Unaccepted, never enough, never to be settled for...
My destiny, my end, my life...Me.
