I live in the dreary depths--
A refining desolation,
An isolation from normality.
Sometimes too much--
I cannot completely decipher
The feeling--I want it to end.
But aye--
The end--
Is it a sleepless dream in
The depths of night?
Yet every time I dream of it
I remember the feeling,
The passion,
The hope.
I may not last,
But only to dream of you once more.