You look at me and see a face
But do you see a soul...

Always yearning,
Reaching...

What is this stinch consuming the very carcass...
Who is this disfigured monster that I call...

To feel a love so brave & true
Is against unsurmountable odds...

The truth unknown.
Now mute, but still grown...

Contemplating life & death.
Concentrating every breath...

\"I\'m sorry\"
Her last words said...

Pessimist: We live but to die,
To rot in body & soul...