Hiddenence

Shivering, as the fire feeds
Upon my soul, ever so cold.
Alone, among the thousands
Along side me, young and old.

So pretty is the temptation
That lies right before me now.
And beautiful again so is she,
The tempter. Wondering how

She came to meet me here
In this place of fiery fury.
As I rot away, in her presences,
Alone in my own purgatory.

To be with her, again, is as
If condemning myself to hell.
But without her, inside, this
Is as perdition just as well.

My heart bleeds now in pain
Of the joy that he does make
Her feel. Though nothing can I
Ever do, I'm still filled with hate.

Even in knowing her feeling truths
For me within her, nothing can
Replace or start to fade out
The sight of her and another man.

Friends be they only still, but
Even so, the sight does hurt.
But what can I do about it?
I doubt that I am even worth

The time, let alone all of the
Pain that will come along too.
But these secrets within me
I ever long to be with you!

Whoa be to me, the mourner of
Such greatened sorrow. For she
Remains on my mind constant.
It even shows on the skin of me,

The effects of such stupid feelings
Towards this mere girl. Dead last
Be me in her thoughts, but first
Is she, always on mine. Our past,

Nonexistent as it may be, yet plays
Constant in my times of silence.
And though, to her, her actions mean
Nothingness, to me they do. Hence,

Verily I say to you now, in this
Very day: "I do ask, please do say
If this truly is all made up or If no."
But to tell you of all this I may never.