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| So Alone |
| Heartache stirs just beneath the surface,
The cold, deathlike grip, once more takes hold; Like a lovers caress, I come back for more, For your love; my soul, I'd gladly have sold. I'd take years off my life to feel your touch again, Instead, I sit and cry, wishing to gods I would die. To be so alone, bitter, jaded, black on the inside. Nothing to offer no one, these empty tears fall dry. Darkness; my friend; my constant companion; Just you and me, together we were meant to be. One I can count on, the one that will never leave. The hollow beating of my heart, open for all to see. Emptiness is the tomb in which my darkness dwells, Overflows with disease and spreads out like a vine, Feeds into your pores, this darkness of mine. Taking what I love and dulling its shine. What can I do to undo what is done? Being alone is the only thing I have known. What good comes to life, I try to make my own. Always falls out of reach, dies and is gone. To be one with death, to await that release, Knowing it will come soon, puts the screams at ease. Taking comfort in your open arms, gives me inner peace. Soon the heartache, emptiness and sorrow will cease. (c) Melia Teka 6/9/08 |
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