I can't help but
Love what you write.
Those twisted words that
Mean so little.
I can't help but
Re-read it again.
There is something about the
Way the words look
On here.
I can't help but
Envy his soul.
I'm not him and
I'll never mean that much.
Death would be easier but
I'm not up for easy things.
I like challenges and puzzles.
That's why I won't end my
Labyrinth called life.
I'll keep living for the sake of
You.