My heart is beating, but i am not alive.
Being alive is but a mere memory to me.

I cry, I feel pain, I hate no longer.
I laught, I feel joy, I love no longer.

For you cannot have one, without the other.
I am a corps, waisting through life.
Only existing.

I long to have these feelings back.
without these i am not human.
When i dream, I am alive.
I see him, I see us.

We live together till we're old.
We die together, everythings by his side.

But its too late for that now,
too late for me.
And so I go on, long after I should.
Existing.

When I wake, I come crashing back to reality,
and so sleep, is the only place i can live...

With the stars as my witnesses,
I shall enter eternal sleep.
Once again, a love wrecked life shall  
end the easy way out.

'o happy dagger ! this thy sheath,
there rust, and let me die.'